Swallowed Up

Wrapped up in the docile beauty of nature I was taken unaware by its hostility. Droves of flying insects like fighter pilots carry out their merciless attacks amid the suffocating brush. With my evasive maneuvers I manage to cut my hand on a thorn. As I watch the blood trickle down my arm I'm convinced the woods want to utterly devour me. Like the fallen tree, bloated with crawling bugs, covered with a blanket of moss and creeping vine - I fear if I sit still too long I may never get back up.