The Maple Tree

The maple tree is no longer yellow with life. The forest that surrounds it is dead, gray and lifeless. Alll is silent in this dark place.  All but the screams of a young girl's torture in the distance. They have died here.

He pushes her to the ground viciously, but she wants him to. Her pure white dress is dirty. She was taught, that when your dress is dirty, you take it off. So she does what she's been taught.  She lays on the cold, dry earth and stares into the red sky.  He leans over her and stares into her eyes. They hear the innocent cries of a girl in the backround. There is a screaming in their heads. They continue to move deeper into the base of the maple tree. She scratches his back and bights his neck. He grabs her arms; he holds her down. It feels as if this moment will never end, and it won't.

They come so close, but neither of them will ever finish. They continue until they die, die in their own blood, in eachother's arms. They become a part of the maple tree. The sound of the screaming girl is silenced, the sky is no longer red, but black. And the forest is forever connected to their sound.



Amelia Napiorkowski