Aim to Engage - The Woods

Word count: 463

Bleeding Woods

Once upon a time, I was wild and free; only answering to the pale full moon. I was the big bad wolf, the beast in a Grimm fairytale. I appreciated the cold empty space in my chest, it was uncomplicated being the lone wolf.

Then she came, with her blood red hood, and shattered my black and white resolve. She had me loose around the edges with my want for her vibrancy in my dark existence.

Under the silver light, in the forlorn night, I would cry out my confused desires; a melancholy howl to the hollow moon. But the echoes of my howls never held the answers to my conflicted tangle of emotions.

What was this? I never expected this. Red haunts me. She brought color to the emotion I learned to be passion. The term love was just to tame.

The day Red stumbled her way into my domain her scent filled my heightened senses, lulling me into an unknown bliss. She was breathtaking, a scarlet angel with a devilish sparkle in her eyes. She made my heart stop, and then she made it race. 

Red. The color consumed me. The color of her lips- so striking against her porcelain skin. I marvel at the taste of those rosy lips; as delicious as lover's first kiss. What was she doing to me?

Who knew that, in a blink of an eye, a human girl could turn my world upside down, and bring my dysfunctional heart to beat.

Gone. Not even a goodbye. She left as abruptly as she appeared, unaware of my silent demise at her departure. 

The man she could love. It's the beast she could not accept.

Her absence was painful, overwhelming. Among the trees so tall, deep within the forgotten depths of the woods, I ran to chase a yearning so profound.

She broke me. My scarlet angel turned out to be a ruby vixen.

My chest constricted with the empty numbness of missing her to the point that I could barely breathe. All I could do was run to escape this feeling.

Running made my heart race. Feeling it beat against its cage assured me that it was still there. What was once black and white seemed grey without Red.

Red was passion. Red was pain. Autumn came and the woods turned cruel. The leaves turned red and started to fall; the trees bled along with my heart. Every year the woods forced me to remember her.

Once upon a time, I was a slave to the moon. Now, I am a slave to the heart. I still see Red, every time I bleed, every time the moon turns me into what drove her away.