Walking Nowhere

The twilight stained the sky a bloody pink as I walked tentatively through the woods. Icy air bit through my thin jacket and licked my raw skin. The broken leaves were crushed further more by my unforgiving shoes. I didn't know where I was walking, exactly. Or why for that matter. It seemed that all I knew was what pertained to my senses. The air that smelled stale and cold. My footsteps hammering the dirt. The trees reaching for something, anything, maybe a cloud. The coppery blood that stained my bitten lips.

No sane person should be walking in the woods alone right before dark. But the frozen air made me feel awake and alive, the opposite of how it makes the bears fall into a deep dreamy slumber. I liked to feeling of being alone. I didn't have to wear a costume smile. I could keep my face as

 neutral as I wished without worry of the questions and criticism it would raise in reality. 

I shouldn't have been there. My back shouldn't have been pressed against that cold wood floor...

The sky shifted to a paler navy blue as I continued my impromptu walk. I didn't care; my mind and actions were numb, focused on one thing and one thing only.

My blood shouldn't have been pulsing 

to my eardrums. The swear shouldn't have been pouring from my pores. That scream should have been answered, heard. 

But it was not.

And this is where these facts left me. Alone, helpless, numb, wandering. Awaiting something that would probably never come. 

Author's Note

Not sure where this came from, but I hope everyone enjoys.