Tree-Huggers Unite

Could you relate? If we had come together and talked into the early hours, maybe we could have convinced ourselves that everything really does matter.

She is dying a slow death, and the distance between us…the distance between us is killing me, but I can’t seem to close the gap, and she can’t seem to remember my name.

Standing proud and still, they listen. Familiar sounds from current inhabitants break the foreshadowed silence of the inevitable. Distractions keep their minds off future development. Right before their eyes, fallen comrades are piled and burned – a fate that spreads quicker than a common cold in these parts. They wait and listen for the mechanical monsters to return and finish the job.

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Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist