Jumping Down

There is no more panic as she feels her heart rate settle down into the Earth.  For a moment she wishes she could run but knows that she no longer has anywhere to go.  The beast is dead.  The forest seems empty.  She knows she is not alone.  Up from the ground grow the familiar stalks of life she's nourished from since she was young but no longer in hiding will she need to love this beautiful green planet around her.  She wrestles with the figs & awards herself with an arm and face painting with the rich smelling mud beside her.  Faithful as always to bring a smile across her face.  Terror strikes at any moment so her ears perk at the slightest movement.  She knows she will use this to her advantage eventually.  Her sense are heightened to the point of near numb, a small hum that she hears inside but has never needed to outwardly show desire as it would only lead to greater pain.  As if she were starving to the point of no longer needing food.  The rain falls gently as it does and her hair catches the first drops on the back of her arm, her toes feel the rest and she skips to a covering, aware of those around her growing tall feeling the same rain but so stagnate & stuck in the ground that she can all but laugh at their rigid behavior.  Perhaps their height is what keeps them stationary, always pleased to be a bit taller than the rest.  It's the smaller plants that remain her friends, always willing to clasp hands, and always willing to grace lips with the finest of felt.  The rain drenches her laughing face, and if it weren't for the salt she wouldn't know she was crying.