The shock
“Primrose Everdeen”
It was as if the impact had knocked every wisp of air from my lungs
Unable to speak.
Someone was gripping my arm,
I started to fall.
Then I see her, the blood drained from her face,
Hands clenched in fists at her sides
That brings me back to myself.
With one sweep of my arm I push her behind me,
“I volunteer” I gasp
“I volunteer as tribute”
I look outside of the clear window, tinted a whitish hue from frost. My hands rub back and forth on the silken cushion of the velvet chair. My dark brown eyes zoom in and focus on every snowflake darting from one to another watching them falling from the frosty night sky like frozen teardrops. Each one different yet still in some way almost identical with the beauty it has. I silently open my mouth with a soft HUH. The moistness in my breath fogs up the glass. A perfect canvas to draw things that will quickly erase and you can do more. I turn around to direct my body to the warmth of the crackling fire. Oh how lovely is this evening!
My stomach does a summersault, and BAM!! My head hits the door and I am suddenly conscious. I open my heavy eyelids only to see the grey seat cover plastered onto my face and my aunt looking at me like I was some poor creature, that was lost. She was whispering its ok over and over again but I didn’t know what was going on. From outside I heard my dad screaming for help, and I heard the faintest sound of crying. I sniffed the air only to catch a whiff of some moist moldy dead leafs. It was like my soul had left my body, my consciousness was looking down at myself. I was the one crying. And my expression I couldn’t bare to look at it. I could feel fear, sadness, anxiety, and surprise all at the same time. I opened my mouth and I could taste the old seat cover in my mouth. I will never forget that one cool night in Peru, when my life turned upside-down(literally.)
Open the door and step outside,
Onto the wet grass and into the bright sun.
Atop a flower petal, a single drop of crustal dew sits patiently, waiting to go down and slide off like a slip-n-slide onto the moist ground.
From high above the birds sing like a siren to the earth below.
Besides the golden sand of the shore, and the quiet glassy lake the insects buzz in a rythmitic beat.
Still nature around you, waiting for the butterfly’s to take off into the cool morning.
A time unlike any other…… A time we know as spring.
