12.30.07
Forest (Justification).
It is dark – but most deep forests are dark.
The trees press close – but that is almost the definition of deep forest.
Cold fog clings to you – but the sun cannot reach to dissipate it here.
The ground is damp beneath you – but there is fog coating everything with dampness.
What light filters down is red – but then, it only hits the right angle at late evening.
It is just a forest – but you still cannot stop yourself from seeing skeletal fingers in the branches scraping you; you cannot stop seeing their straight trunks as rigid poles; you cannot stop hearing the voices of the damned in the moaning of the wind.
You cannot stop seeing blood.
Your vision blurs again – the forest is a forest of spikes, each topped with dead bodies; the fog has faces and hands and voices; the ground and the air are thick with blood…
You shake your head, and walk on. It is late; it is just your imagination…
