September 23, 2010
By , Charleston, AR
They saw through the bark.
I am paralyzed.
It descends to the forest floor.
My legs give from under me.
All it's residents flee.
Air escapes my lungs.
Leaves wither, die.
Slowly, my skin turns cold.

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