Mountain

Heave ho

The ground shook

and howl as the door smash and trash against your storm

My palms glued to the floor

Sweaty and shivering

Tears and snot suffocating

My blurry eyes wander to your tree-trunk legs

As they stomp

Rising the tide of the unflinching soil

Your arms reached down to me

Veins vined

A pair of milk tea coloured branches

Flied me wingless in the air

And landed on your shoulders

The world rattles but I’m now I’m balanced

No…

You balanced me

In this rickety excuse of a world

I sat straight wide-eyed seeing

Deep hum low vibrations of your breath

Soothing assurance

‘I’ll always be here’

‘My shoulders are yours’

‘You are my world’

Fear grew distant

And I knew

Losing you would be annihilation

You set me down

At the peak of wooden mountains

You become a blank face.

I look at a pair of eyes so familiar

A stranger

I found disdain

I found nothing

And so he left

In the bare loneliness

Fear is closing in

Again my eyes searched

For the stranger whose shoulder claimed to be mine

But no...

He is not turning back.

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