Gryphyn-Bloodheart

The tree could not remember being an acorn any more than a child can remember being a fetus. Everything must have been dark and warm, with rain and sun intermittent. This was a while ago, and different people lived there, amongst the tree-sapling and his siblings. They spoke a different language, and had different customs then today. The tree used to live in a wide, flat area with other trees. They were his friends. Had a squirrel brought them? People would wonder about that, people always wonder. The tree did not wonder. The tree was a tree. He sat in the sun and the rain, shaking his branches in the wind. The wing sang him lullabys. Long

The car wraps itself around the tree in a hug. Glass breaks, metal rips itself against the rough wood and comes away in curls, like shredded skin. The car moves up, almost impossibly, nearly rolling. It comes to rest propped up on the now-supine tree. The right side is in the air. The wheels are still spinning. All I can hear is a ringing, and blood is pooling in my mouth. I can feel it spilling over my teeth, staining them red. My head hit the glass. I bit my cheek. Okay… I open my mouth slightly, tilting forward, letting a few drops of red out onto the outside of my lips. They are cut up too, and the blood stings. The glass is vib