Burying the voices

It had been a nice peaceful walk tonight, not a single disturbance as Id trotted along which made an incredibly pleasant change. The forest had offered a semi-solid shelter from the downpour that rained from above. Around me the world was alive and vibrant, painted it seemed with all the colors in existence, every tree decorated with a collection of different Epiphytes. The rain forest had always seemed like such an elegant place to me, as if the living organisms within it were singing a song in tribute to its beauty. Id all but forgotten about the young boys carcus i was lugging along by the time i reached his soon to be grave, distracted perhaps by the way the forest tree's glistened in the dusty moonlight.

Id shoved the bag down the second I was sure I was in the right spot, glad to be rid of the rotten thing, especially considering it had started to reek a little bit. I sat down carefully on the ground, letting my fingers explore the living soil beneath me. Not even the nature of my work could stop me enjoying this place. I rubbed my fingers through the damp soil until my nails were well and truely riddled with the stuff. I was always forced to have such clean nails back at the asylum, there were very particular about those kinds of things. It felt good to have a little dirt on me I'd thought as I'd smeared it all over my face. My tongue had gone on its own little adventure lapping it off my face to taste the earthy deposits my digits had left behind. Dirt had a salty texture that id enjoyed since my early years of childhood.

I reminded myself that I must get to work, and tore myself away from the ground. Looking around for a perfect patch to bury my load it was almost impossible not to be distracted by all the creatures that lived here, But the not so alive had needs that needed to be met and I was the designated provider. I spotted the perfect place and scurried over to a damp patch in the soil. Moving it was easy, the cold wet earth pleading with me, a relentless distraction from my aims. By the time id finished id near enough drove myself mad, the desire to bury myself within mother natures cooling arms far to much for a man of my nature to bare.

Carefully I strolled over to the bag and dragged it slowly to the newly dug up ditch, and threw it in without another thought. One less mouth too take care off,one more silenced voice.