Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25439157-20141111140636

There was the stem

Then the thorns,

Growing out of her.

It breathed her air,

It ate through

Her flesh as it grew

Into a tree

That weighed her

Down, into the ground.

Look up there, see,

The branches,

Covered in blankets

For the winters.

And there is

The bird hanging limp.

Look up into

The sky; the

Hail of memories.

"I can; I can-

Not stand this.

I can't stand at all.

But the tree at

Night, with its

Barren branches can

Not hide the stars

Any more.

I can see the stars."

Look up there, through

Death in bloom,

There lies your future.

Ask of your fate!

You deserve

To know! It is yours.

There, it says, there

Will be some

Issues on the way.

There, it says, there

Will be strife,

But hope at the end.

That hope is time.

Do you not

See this? Look closely:

Soon, it says, soon

There will come

A parting. A death.

"Dear tree, dear, dear

Painful tree,

We do not have long

Together; I

Cannot say

That every moment

With you has been

A joy ride,

But you are my tree...

A part of me.

Yes, we've had

Some trouble, and you

Fed on my life.

I'm sick of

These sycophantic tears

So sick; tired

Of them; now

They are all too real.

The tree shook

And in a flash,

Fell down upon the

Shaking gravel.

And myself

And we, all of us

Shattered like glass.

We parted;

Were reunited."

The parasite

And the young

Overly gracious

Host left as one.

The tree lay

Dead, in the howling

Rain and whispers

Its bare twigs

Dug into her bones.

Note: I'm not sure about putting this up, but I wrote it on wattpad a while ago and it could use a review. 