Crushed

Pt. 4

The lake stretched the length of the wind. Melody closed her eyes and felt her ears, nose, mouth, fingers, toes tingle from the sensation of the ice touching her skin. She sunk deep into the depths and lost her body. The sounds issuing from her mouth were clear and precise and she thought of Emerson’s eyes the whole time. His hatred for the rain kept him away but it drew her in closer.
  It was sprinkling and dropping sparkles. The sweet smell drifted from the scorching pavement into her nose, her skin. The waves swallowed her and drifted to her to a new world. When she opened her eyes, she saw only black and white and her eyes felt incapable of anything else. She feared nothing and brought her hands to the bark on the trees and connected herself to the core of the growth. She screamed out in delight and joy when she saw the animals scattering around her awe. Come here, come here, come here. They left without a word.
  She danced with the clouds and with the scent of the lake, of the wood. She chased the trees and the leaves as they fell slowly from their place. Emerson told her that fall was arriving soon and he would be shedding his skin. Melody was worried and confused and she told him she would be his forever. Emerson’s smile never broke and he promised her he would be her flower.

Yesterday the had been rain and there had been gloom and Melody wished Emerson could have been in the forest with her. He told her she should have tasted the apples covered in the succulent water. He brought his hands to his mouth and said he would never be the same. Melody refused to try the apple.
  Emerson told her the flowers would stop blooming soon. He said she would have to continue the beauty in the season of white and she told him she had enough flowers saved to reach the tallest of mountains and the lowest of clouds. The freckles on his nose shone brightly and clearly and Melody was transfixed. He took her hand in his and lead her to the open gates of the orchard. She began to shake the tell him the roses were too blue.
  He told Melody that the sun was high today and so were his spirits. He wished that she would stop seeing blue roses and that they would turn into colors she loved. She told him the only color she saw today was blue and it was making her lips cold. The sky flashed green, yellow, red, orange, purple, and the ground stayed blue along with the trees, the roses, and the apples. Melody was terrified and watched in horror as Emerson ate the apples from the freezing tree.

My heart is covered in mud and sand. Melody carved the words into the tree Emerson climbed and tumbled out of. He told her stories of colors and dreams, which brought him to tears until he sprawled on the ground and covered his body in rose petals. He brought the petals between his lips and let the juices flow between his lips and his teeth. His palms turned blue and his nose began to wiggle in delight. He said blue was beauty if that is what she saw. Her body shook and convulsed around the trees and the branches until she joined him on the ground, unable to move.
  Emerson wished to walk to the lake, where he was sure Melody would see colors of joy and colors of mountains. He wished for her to come alive as the waves did when they saw the clouds looming. The waves carried flowers as she did, and he was sure it would help her. Melody refused and fell off the gate into the think, high yellow grass. She laughed and turned, tumbled and broke. Emerson took her hand and lead her towards her home.
  He pushed the latch open and followed her through the doorway into a house filled with cherries and white. She danced and laughed, telling him he would adore her bedroom. Shaking his head, Emerson left and she watched him walk back towards the orchard. Melody wondered where Emerson slept and she saw his color change from red to orange as he turned the corner and the rain started.