Zorro

Steam rises in
billowing sheets up
from the toasty warm muffin
cradled in my hands.

Velvety soft chocolate 
awakens my taste buds
smooth, soft and rich as
it fills my whole body with glee.


 

Slipping, squeaking, like a small mouse I run, no gravity to pull me down. The sides give under my hands and feet, the air perfectly balanced inside, so unlike me. The shining glare of the sun on its glassy rubberlike walls burns my eyes.

Where has all hope gone?
The one source of energy 
to our sorry world.

Make me believe
there is still reason to be
waiting for better days.

When will I know
the world really does
spin on its axis?

The whirls of motion
rising through the air
panic following.

Screams swallowed 
by the billowing wind
that echos against cliffs.

Wild and scarred faces
all around me
searching for new life.​

     My hands find grip against the rough piney bark, sap sticking my fingers together as I reach up pulling myself into it's limbs. My wrist blinks and throbs with pain as I climb onto the nearest bow and breathe the forest air.

     My feet pound into the frozen ground as I  dash to the icy blue waters. In one sudden leap I thrust myself back into its bone chilling depths.