Purple flowers
Circle around my antlers
In a delicate sarcophagus
Of bleeding petals turning back to nature

My eyes bleed
As well as my heart bleeds
With the subtle tears returning back
To the oceans all their most sincere apologies

My hooves bleed
Muddy soil's beating heart
Pumping out slowly waddling tears circled in spirals
With a heart wrapped up in a tumor made of love

Into the pond my paints flow
As these lies I lay upon myself let go
And the hope I've had through all these short-lived years
Fades into the majesty of the dawn my heart sees and kisses to restful sleep

My horns adorned in floras unforgiving
Not nearly in death but only partly in the living
I stare out of irises tinted green by chlorophyll that has seeped deep into the fleeting heart within me
And I watch the form that never wants to know and never, ever wants to be with me...

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Anzel is sitting by a familiar stone, bare of pelt and mask, her standard antlers adorned in purple flowers. A quick rainshower brings her former pelt's colors into the pond, dying it silvery, metallic. Earthworms make their way out of the earth, crawling around aimlessly towards nothing in particular.

She just sits and daydreams, taking in the scent of the newfallen rain, her closed eyes seeing his dark pelt, tinted by the summer sky.

She shivers, rain having soaken through her pelt, freezing her. But only the birch forest grasses lie around her, trying to warm her...

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Yeah...I'm kind-of...depressed, in real life. I'm missing my boyfriend, who will be returning late tonight from his trip (he's been gone since friday), and I may or may not talk to him.

So I wrote a pathetic free-verse poem :/ Meh...oh yes, and I'm overheating for no reason, fun...*pants* It's not that hot out, I'm just pmsing, lol.