sap

Slow going like a tangled inch worm in this vital mushroom patch, an upside down ceiling of brightly colored fungus and jet black soil, oblong unhappy umbrella's and verily dotted yellow shoulder blades. Broken twigs and slimy insect torso's, a freshly dropped caramel candy shell, a discarded wrapper strewn among the living floor of this prismatic forest, my pale green abdomen is apple dappled with tender wood shavings and bitter debris. Chalky taste in my microscopic mouth, curls of goblin fingered blood-roots and browned rotten lettuce, my insecure oval eyes setting like sun-crickets, particles of birch sand and a battalion of legionnaire ants guard a gutted tree stump.

Tiny crimson armies and squadrons of angry black flies, the severed sticky strings of royal cone snails and abstract pitcher plants, hanging nightfall orchids and the flowered contrast of strawberry bruises below my insomniac pollen, my darkened onyx horizon and orange halo hue exploding in thick gushes of walking antennae and bare dirt littered with speckled lime moth. The rain is in heavy cold droplets, shattered cobalt spheres in this woodland spring-globe, early morning thunder and the unbroken calm of ink spiders. I crawl over the endless scalpels and remaining sharp bristles of destroyed paint brushes, I methodically navigate the punctured membranes of the chewed ghost petals; the crisp charred branches and burnt fence nails until my thin velvet belly is ruptured from the carnivorous traps and my precious inside amber liquid pours out in ugly clotting gluts on the dank leaves and unloved maze of wet pine straw.