Lone Star Mountain All we are is Broken glass

overcast skies cast a gloomy atmosphere over an already darkening horizon, and as nightfall looms near, churning clouds finally release their furious downpour. the rain is a few degrees too cold to be refreshing, the wind a little too strong. the powerful gusts rip her scratched and broken scream from from the air, breaking it and throwing it in every direction, as the girl's body tears at a crooked sprint into the sinking, moving pit. her soaked, figure charges forward into the mud with little regard for the danger, not knowing how deep it could pull her down, nor what lies beyond. it is a relief to the restless anger trapped in weary muscles to fight the drag of the ever-worsening mud; she throws all of her frustration into thrashing one way then the other, actually making fair progress through the desolation, gradually moving towards the gnarled, twisted tree at the top. it takes time, and damn near all of her strength, to get there: and when she finally falls against the rough, wet and rotted trunk, she nearly loses control of her body's slide, her hind feet sticking into the ground beneath her. exasperated, she throws her head skyward, calling a great raspy 'fuck you' to the heavens. she is certain that her front legs will not hold her, using one of the wide, dark roots of the tree for leverage; she will die here. to have come so far o ly to fall so short of the promised life she was never gave. 

her grip slips, and this is it, she thinks. this is the way her world ends--

but a crack of lightning nearby startles her, and as the earth shakes with the rolling thunder that follows, her self-pity grows quiet. naked instinct and adrenaline twist her stomach and lend her strength, and without thinking, the girl throws herself forward and out of the muckpit. her hind leg finds a few inches of firm footing atop another root, and she uses it to propel herself upwards and into the tree. on the lowest limb, she hangs her legs off either side, head lolled against the branch in sheer exhaustion, as the rain beats on and the lightning goes on flashing out of her immediate view.