He’s the calm during the storm
as the forest topples over.
He was the graceful wind against my cheeks,
but this wild fling turned into a cold reality.
Leaves rattled along the trees
with each gust hinting “Get Out!”
The vast vines twisted tightly around my heart like a trap--
at no time could I escape.
It was a pleasure enjoyed by the malicious winds
and intense lightning cracks
as the rain trickled down my body.
I could feel myself slipping away
every word he spoke,
rapidly taking hard turns to whisper resentment in my ears,
spiralling around with the wind and embracing my hair,
repeating over and over,
following every foot step I made,
smothering each breath I took.
Alone ….                                                                           In this vicious woodland.
The outsider,
all eyes staring into me.