Flowers sprouted through your teeth, like ashes and dirt.
You treaded quietly; never meant to be so curt.
You wish you hadn't laid out the soil this way, almost like a bear searching for it's prey.
You knew it only happened because you were so scared;
envious of the way the Earth cared.

Sweet suffering; it always found you.
It's presence lingered around you, and this, you knew.
Over and over again, the mountain reached it's peak.
The stars quickly...