𝓢𝓷𝓪𝓴𝓮 (short story/poetry)

꧁ As Sarah May was in her haze, she failed to see all that was around her. The daisies had whittled and the lilacs had gone, the phases of life and death were before her. As the maze grew deep, her thoughts ran steep, her feet had began to run. The ends she'd meet and the feats she'd beat had started to fall apart. To her knees she sank, and below her a snake had whistled its tales of doom. "The shark has waters that you wont forget, the clouds have tales that'll make you regret, the ground has nothing but decay to be found."  She had saught the snake for years to go, the trails growing around her. "Why leave it up to me, the mysteries that I keep.." her words were lost, as much as her, but she hadn't forgotten the fables that loom. They hadn't come in handy, as far as she knew, but keeping them close was all that she could do.  Sounds of cars and horns had made it's way into the trails that she had paved. "Go back to where you came"  "It is here that I claim." Soon enough the grounds had caved, making way for her corpse to lay. The snake she had sought wasnt about, because he didnt become at all. The company that she had, was enough to make her mad, because all that was around her had rot.꧂