HE_RAN_THROUGH_THE_WOODS

 

He ran through the woods, barefoot and naked. His ankles were stripped bare of flesh by thorns and reminders. His feet squelched through his own blood, as it mixed with generations of fallen leaves, mixed with intention, with purpose. He screamed for the beginning of it all, screamed for when the earth was young and the tales of men were barely formed. He screamed in wild ecstasy for his own genesis, his own young life, his heart pulsing, his groin throbbing, as he ran through woods that had no beginning, had no end.