Gemotions

"Get out," she hissed to her reflection. She couldn't bear to look at herself any longer. She'd been irritable, short-tempered, and prone to sudden outbursts. It was as if her skin wasn't big enough to contain the tumult within. She felt compelled to *move*, to disrupt the stifling inertia of her life.

The space was empty. The tree was gone.

The wound in the earth echoed the emptiness she felt inside. She knelt, touching the exposed rings, feeling a wave of desolation. She wanted to scream, to lash out, to break something. She stood again, brushing off her trousers, the world suddenly seeming too vast and indifferent.