Concrete bit into my feet as I ran across the street and away from hell. Hell chased me, with its cold, unyielding arms, its murderously unfeeling wiles. My feet began warming as the smooth blood raced to envelope my soles in its comforting thickness.
Into the forest I clambered, welcomed by its gnashing branches and dry thrush. Cutting into my arms, the branches released more warmth unto my body, shielding me from the bite of the twilight air. The soil under my feet began to soften with each lagging step, thirsting for the revival after months of frosted slumber.
Ache tugged at my feet, and the urge to sink grew deeper. Sleep overwhelmed my eyelids, and sink I did.
Grasping the soil in its earthy wholeness, I gazed at the cloudy moon one last time and inhaled the extinguishing starlight before the cold froze my veins.
In the end, we all sink.
– Pihu J.