Erosion set adrift, the foot gone stray, as the bruised sky spiraled confused, wasted away. The narrow vain, as the tainted trickle of crimson, like a waterfall decending to darkness, a haunting apparition… Lips left dry from dampened face, like a maggot’s nest, details abruptly erase! Weedily, I limped through the beige rivers of dirt, never to move forward, never to move backward, never to forget the hurt. Rain drains and edges the blackened rocks below, winding around, hacking with silent echo. Sulfuric atmosphere, smothered in blinding rot, my roots lie; where the ground is not.
