Roots rip open the soles of my feet. I walk with soil underneath, tall grass grows in the path I weave.
Fireworks burst in my mouth. Bright lights leak from between my teeth, and my lips are cracked with liquid rubies spilling from their torn scabs. By moon fall I escaped the talons of wild beasts; slipped through their cages of ribs. At sun drop I arrived by way of a poached lion ...