Light shatters

through the trees

and splinters apart

by my bare feet.

 

The campfire burns hot,

smoke billows & pillows

in the warm evening air,

pushing the mosquitoes back.

 

You’re out there

waiting silently

in the dark long grasses

focused on the pale bare skin.

 

Bugs bite & blood trickles.

The campsite is empty now,

except for me, and maybe,

somewhere,

you.