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Feet in fury extinguish the silence, displace the earth, rip leaves from their spines. Hate radiates, sun takes cover. A root, inconspicuous, this, once quiet, path lines. Foot catches; she crumbles, ground claws at her skin. Dirt clings to the blood; its warmth beckoning. Lips leak curses poisoning the earth. She rips her knife from its slumber. The branches sway, blind to the peril, till the blade plunges in. Unrelentingly. The old beauty shudders. Leaves jumping ship. She hacks in hatred. Each thrust tears through the innocent skin- bark of old, clinging for life, unwillingly falls to the ground at the feet of its maker. Her breathing labored; blows become weaker. Then stop. The tree bleeds; chest cracked. The old beauty sighs as leaves rain down, wind whisking them from the scene. Blade's put to rest. Feet march on in fury; displacing the earth, ripping leaves from their spines.