𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝

The sun cut through the trees

like it always does -

sharp but gentle,

spilling over my hands

like warm tea.

*

Birds didn’t sing,

but that’s alright.

Some mornings feel quieter

than others.

*

There’s peace in quiet.

No dogs barking,

no sirens,

just the breeze tugging at my shirt

like a kid asking for a glance.

*

The ground’s soft here.

Pine needles and grass,

no stones to scrape your knees.

or litter to catch on clothes.

dirt easy to dig.

*

I watched the sun rise slow,

stretching over everything.

Beautiful, how it finds you

even in the middle of nowhere.

*

The light even dripped onto it

i see it. past the tree.

The sun catches it and

it glows golden, beautiful.

Almost alive again,

even as the flies flock.

*

He talked too much.

Said my name too many times.

Laughed with his mouth open.

Stepped on a mushroom

and didn’t even notice.

Rude to the forest.

*

I asked for silence

and told him the forest was quiet

for a reason.

He thought I meant wolves.

*

Now it’s just me.

And sunlight.

And this serene hush so thick

each leaf feels like a gentle bell in the

swaying of golden green.

*

he's gone now.

it's a few steps away.

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CONTENT WARNINGS: Implied murder, mild violence & death and unsettling themes.

Please don't read if you're uncomfortable with any of these themes

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