‘The Timberland Martyr L As she neared the forest, a frown (imperceptible to her) cast a shadow below her lower lip The moonlight, stil firm and present at this time of night contoured her face in an ethereal glow Her hair was in a messy plait that ran down her back and the flyaway hairs were illuminated round her head in a halo of fibrous gold She didn’t comprehend her beauty as she moved in the shadows and the night embraced her presence. a A breeze, lighter than Spirit raked its cool touch across her gooseflesh skin Tall pines and spruces bent and swayed to her irregular heartbeat which pattered and skitted like the November hare To anyone else The Walk would be daunting but the forest's golgotha crooned to her and the cicadas’ requiem was indeed sweet. mt. ‘A doe emerged from the thickets and froze at the scent of her alien flesh But her pace never lessened her vibrations coexisted with the frequency of the woods The deer breathed in deeply, inhaling her serenity and moved on. N. ‘She stopped before the clearing and shivered in cool ecstasy ‘A tear slipped off the edge of her jawline and made its home among the dew droplets resting in the grass She cast her gaze upon the wildflowers that grew by her toes and plucked one with an unconscious sigh As she fastened a loose strand of gilded hair back with its stem an enormous pressure that had pressed with black hands on the inside of her ribcage evaporated into the heavy night air ‘She regained composure in her new weightlessness and stepped into the moonlit field her face regal, auroral.