Demolition Before the Bloom

breathe.

I couldn’t move.

I just lay there on my back, staring up at the leaves of the oak tree spinning in circles above me.

I blinked, trying to clear the black spots swimming in my vision.

My head throbbed with a hot, terrible rhythm.

I reached up with a trembling hand.

My fingers touched my forehead, right above my left eyebrow.

I felt a deep, warm split continue reading …