Her giggles and her scent are still in his memories, but is he the only one who can't forget?
The night ended and days passed by, and the star called upon me with its fires burning bright.
"Who am I?" He dreamed.
He could hear the laughter they made and the waves of that place and that night where he didn't belong.
Now the beasts took each of their mud-pearls and gobbled it to feed its dozen-hearts. Still hungry, it darted to find more orifices to betray.
He battled his thoughts in plans to escape, as she hid in silence in the shadows.
On his branches grew twigs and on the twigs grew leaves. But his fruits are none.