When Dirt Strikes a Casket Shut and Lowered: one

Alice was the stay awake fag smoking late evening early morning kind I didn't notice until now, a neighboring branch friend, silver and peeling extremity on the tree that only knew to know. She understood when I was snapped off the sleeping wood to sleep in common rooms. I , a branch that, kicked myself out of her tree too, once, to be a part of dominating birch. Alice has broken, freed herself with strength never seen, and merging life with the brown decaying leaves smelling of a fall. A fall. Two stories Alice, one I can read and hardly understand, the other makes perfect sense.