Word Vomit 11

Stepping softly, she finds herself walking beneath the rustling trees, the moon hidden behind their branches. Shadows lurk around her and she is engulfed in darkness. She falls to her knees as the night consumes her and she lets out a silent scream, shielding her ears with her palms from the non-existent cries. Her hair fans over her, draping over her bony shoulders and she falls to the woods floor. The leaves crunch beneath her and she cannot feel anymore. Her soul has been pulled away from her body.