The Woods

The soft moss that coats the ground is a cushion
Twigs and stones add texture
It should be uncomfortable
But it is my bed, my home, my haven
The sun heats, and the moon cools
I feel the cool chill of the pale light
It caresses my naked skin
I shiver climbs my spine
It explodes at my neck
A frozen explosion of pleasure
Slithering to my fingertips
My toes curl as I grasp the moss
Nuzzle the Earth, it is safe
This is the place I rest
For I will die here tonight
A warmth spreads through my stomach
My hand meets the sticky red life that spills from me
'Do not dance tonight, they hunt tonight'
Words haunt my mind as I lie
A smile tugs at my lips
Sighs turn to sharp
Choppy
Breaths

This is my lesson