No skin.
No blood.
Just bones.
Body isn't in sight.
Just hand and wrist.
Aiming for the perfect apple.
Stacked upon display books.
In the perfect classroom.
The bones are white and luscious.
No purpose I can see.
Not fitting.
All these images are plastering themselves into my head.
Still not fitting.
Finally, the perfect fit.

Opening my eyes now.
Finding myself looking into vast, never ending black.
Horrified.
Slamming close my eyes again.

Something new.
Dark, familiar woods.
Trees lit dimly at the bases by artificial light.
Broken limbs dangerously scattered about.
Written in blood,
The trees all have words scribbled upon themselves.
Powerful words.
The first tree states:
"WORD"

Opening my eyes again.
No clue.
Thinking.
Grasping all the wrong ideas.
Two tears poor out of my eyes as I shut them once again.
"Please God, help me."

Light shining on the next graphitied tree:
"THAT"
Next diagonal tree:
"HAS"
Too far to open my eyes again.
Curiously, the light beams on the next tree:
"CAPTURED"
The last tree with the last word says:
"YOU"

It's over now;
When I open and close my eyes this time.
I suddenly know where I am laying.
Now I'm laughing at myself.
For being so stupid.
I have no idea.

 
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