a girl, a boy, the woods

through her ill-tempered eyes she watched the scene play out. waiting for someone to come and save her. the trees in the distance fell dormant and out of focus. they whispered sounds of waiting. they screamed out sounds of scare. she closed her eyes for a moment waiting to find the focus clear. walking through the snow, she couldn't tell up from down. the screaming trees didn't save her. if anything, they made it worse. and through her still crystal eyes the movement was trapped. the trees fell out of focus, and the screaming still was trapped. she rubbed her eyes. her throat full of sticky blood. her journey to the trees was not for naught. she reached me, she touched me, and she healed me. she saw that my pain was more or less a lot like hers. and as her eyes closed, my soul opened and my heart soared. but then i thought to myself, who is going to save this girl?