The leaves never moved
never crunched,
never rustled
as they violently circled,
thrashing amongst
The barren trees.
As still as a portrait, I stood
watched
frozen, as if
the blood inside
of me halted within,
petrified that even the rushing
arterial pumping
would trigger them.
Blurry, furious shadows that had no
physical figure to cast from.
I was still.
They were not.
All at o...
