-Title: "The Divine Amber Tree"....



"Although you speak slowly in your language to the slow crystallized amber that surrounds you, you see and begin to realize the signs of the pulsing life that your sentiments still leave off.. gaping and lingering before the yellow glass roots of the Colossal Divine Amber Tree. The orange diamonds on the Amber Tree look like Liquid Honey Icicles Giving off gleams of hope that there might still be left in this Barren Island of Madness. Watch the crystallized amber gradually illuminate and resonate under the heated sun glazed reflection. It shines and warms your eyes gently as you see your face through it. You see and stare into it and warm your face by the glinted rusted shined surface reaching, close enough to see people in the trees, as they giggle and blow their rustling leaves towards the empty night stars. You can hear them as you did once ago. With all your energy you push against the amber wall and make it bleed. In which from thy moment once again, I hear the screeching skinless bird-like mannequin people that grind through the walls of the Amber again..up towards the fourth-floor stairs with their brown rusted claws. The walls of the Divine Amber Tree begin to wither. The branches are witholding inside the fleshgrind and the walls eat at my wrist...as my wrists tell the time. The ending of time. Watching my wrists slowly speak to me..and wither. They hold time, just as we hold the beginning and end of life..As somewhere within these barren shaking arms of mine, I feel the true fright as I melt into the divine Amber coma.."




Written by Mark C. Trevino
©2008 by Mark C. Trevino All rights reserved.
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{A past writing}