i know why he aches

each soft stem of his inbuilt tree was ruptured

gunned

stunned,

wind rocked his very core as droplets dampened

sweating

aching,

next to him the mourning fox crawled past feebly

glum

numb,

each ray was swept up by the devilish clouds

stolen

swollen,

tears cascaded from above, the fox covered up his roots, an iron claw cut the haze,

willow.

 

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