The Barren Woods
A little something I wrote for my Creative Writing Class! Please Rate or Review! Thanks!
The Barren Woods When did, in the late spring of my years, the forest become so barren? Wandering, I can only find trees, with roots watered in booze and twigs of glass that whisper in the dark. The trees crumble to ash when I touch them, sweeping away in the wind. The ash burns when it blows in my face, bringing tears to my eyes that are black when they roll down my cheeks.