New Prose “Dandelions Weep” on Chewers & masticadores

Veins of leaves pulsate with wrath, while willow oaks bleed through their bark.  Even the sun dared not share her vibrant rays without sunscreen as she clasps a bright red umbrella.  Flutes play sad songs while morning steam settles into cracks in sable earth.  Extracted hearts fearlessly hang from trees singing songs for the humans’…