At Peace

7/3/2018 A waxing crescent moon shed a sliver of mystified light on the silhouette of the lonely shadow of a woman. She sat cross legged on a chunk of hard Earth overlooking a circular abyss of stones. Different shapes and forms of stones interlocking like puzzle pieces in the Universe’s jigsaw. Mature naturally arched trees leaning forward as a hunched back Mother Nature would. Her long locks of leaves high enough never to touch the ground but bowing low enough to dangle freely with the breeze, tickling the woman’s’ brow in a gentle sway. A barrier of green, a curtain around her sanctuary secluding her from the outside world of black souls and Godless structure. Misty clouds of dusk play hide n’ seek with the moonlight, showering her vision with schizophrenic darkness and illumination. She lifts her heavy eyelids, revealing glacial blue irises speckled with amber. Cool under the shade of her fanning tinted black lashes. A stray cat investigates a pile of abandoned possessions litter and decomposed plants beside the woman. Its slender figure perched on top of the pile, gazing at the sky with fluorescent lime eyes signaling sorrow to scattered stars. The woman’s chi topples over, unbalanced, her meditative state lost. She is transfixed with the black cat’s hypnotic purrs, its indecipherable plea to a listener above beyond all perception and visibility. The woman’s throat fell victim to a viselike grip. A thief in the night robbing precious oxygen…her bulged open pupils losing energy. Slowly, her strength subsides…her eyelids close like bedroom blinds between a Peeping Tom. Her body drops against the multi creviced rock. Alas, she is weightless. The skull encasing her cranium cracks against countless stones as she is tossed into the shallow hole of the unknown.