smear-laden in lifeless mud

slinging herself over the last bit of the ruthless saw

trrrrrrrm trrrrrrrrrrrm brrrrrrrm...clack

the machine, it screams so loud..

she flinches as it cuts through her

her gentle green eyes turn a dull grey

the long tresses caress her face

as she takes the fall

my heart sinks.

if you followed the twisting vines nigh the wound

you would see

the vines that came crashing through

meet the earth in its roots

it is where

she now plonks in blood

..and in the splattered mud

it is where life must happen in green

i muse out loud

raising a brow, she heaves a sigh

her gentle eyes concede silently

it won't be long, her parting glance says it..

standing aghast- clenching herself

thud!

a deathly silence deafens me

and a numb stupor rises and engulfs the sky

a dull fainting thump– thwack– it strikes again

the machine, it still screams so loud

trrrrrrrm... trrrrrrrrrrrm brrrrrrrm..rrrrrrrrrrrrrr....clack....

there’ are bits splattering on the earth

yet it roars on

the machine....

trrrrrrrm trrrrrrrrrrrm brrrrrrrm...clack

maybe it plucked the last root on earth?

....a loud scream echoes, the machine falls mute

at last

the scream lingers on yet so fresh in my drums

hanging in the air, heavy like a sumo wrestler

as I follow the scream, a lifeless void steeps up and enters my heart