Analysis of Thoughts

Caramel shadows stretch
their spindly arms across the land.
The sun plays tricks on the mind,
hiding between trees like a child.
The crying has stopped;
the landscape consumes my pain.
I don't fear anymore.
My hair, strong woven spider webs,
flows freely in the air.
My body, formed of mud, sand, and water, molds accordingly.
This delicate shape waxes and wanes to fit constraints.
My thoughts claw and scream.
They attempt to climb the walls of my mind.
They slip and fall, slicing with sharp talons.
Long, bony fingers scrape across the land,
leaving tears and fragments.
The raked sections form a puzzle, I must decode it.