Matted, wet, brown hair gyrates
wildly; gleaming droplets spear
unrestrained amidst musty, dirt smelling air.
Chuckles ring openly;
the light crunch, crunch
of the rocks rolls through the
whistling prairie grass.
A sharpness slices deep
into the rebellious heart.
Thump, thump, the heart beats faster,
claws scratching in vain,
grasping each pebble,
but slowly the heart fades,
each pebble betraying the next.
A force, unseen - a friend -
The heart will heal.
© Roger Li
Bio: Roger Li is a writer from suburban Chicagoland area.