Green
23 may 2018
I close my eyes.
It is warm -
Suffocating.
It is all melting like white chocolate in the sun.
I scrunch my lids together and hold my breath.
It smells like sawdust.
The big round saw starts turning,
picks up speed, whirring,
deafening.
Like a loud roar, a cry out
for a huge injustice.
The tree trunks are lifted,
placed on the long table,
pushed forward
into the blade.
I open my eyes
and scream with the tree trunk being split open.
A whirr. A screech.
Dont't tell me how it ends.
Tell me how it begins.
