62 VOCES | VOICES
ALONE
A girl alone in the woods . Woods filled with needles . Woods filled with thorns . Woods filled with ropes . Woods filled with nothing . She wasn ’ t alone . The glimmering thread of death held on to her like the bastard child it is . It trailed on the verge of her existence no matter where she ran . Along her run , she stared at the smirking trees giggling and laughing at her existence . The strange , yet comforting nothingness spread throughout the woods . She was ready . Ready to leap . Ready to break . Ready to rot . Then , there was pain . Sharp . Glistening . Broken . Needles upon needles . Thornes upon thorns . Ropes upon ropes . The nothingness dispersed . She was alone from the daunting beginning . Nothing held on to her . For the longest time , she held onto herself . Gently weeping alone in the woods since the beginning , since the end , since forever .
EMILY KUNG