Feeling the sun on her face,
She might just melt there…
On the grass
And be carried off on the wind,
Or propelled by the chirping birds,
They’ll carry her to the top of a mountain,
At great heights, she’ll freeze again.
Her form
Less
Fluid
Now.
Her breath,
Like hiccups,
Tears forming
Panic!
Take her away from here!
She slides down the mountain
And into a valley,
The ice falls away as her body
As she Stretches over the length of a field.
The sun greets her a second time,
As a friend.
A herd of horses gallops through,
Picking her up on their hooves.
She’s rolled on through the vast countryside,
But feels no pain.
She is simply excited to see the sun again.
Hidden Jules 