Sleepless nights, I dream I am walking through a jungle: grass and mud crushing underneath my feet, my feeble steps leaving an impalpable path behind.
Starless nights, I see only a shadow. Of me, a widow crowned with nothing but pretension, wailing silently, the jungle swaying around me.
Restless nights, I sleep soundly. The jungle and anguish are my companions, confidantes. Licking the wounds that never heal.
I stand still in awe. For the jungle closes in as soon as a dull scythe rips up the thick foliage. Slashing, slashing. Then, the sound of silence. As the darkness nears.