They found my phone in the woods…

They found my phone in the woods…

I stood over them as dogs tracked my scent. Stand might be the wrong verb. Gravity doesn’t pull me like it once did. One K-9 picked his head to look straight at me. His handler didn’t notice, more focused on bagging my phone—cracked from where my killer dug his heel into the glass. 

I turned slightly, watching over my shoulder as the dog’s ears twitched. He followed me as I moved forward. I didn’t walk anymore. 

“Dog’s got something else!” I heard his handler call to the other searchers. 

Speed is a fickle thing. I can only tell our rhythm by the dog’s trot as he keeps up with me. 

I stopped before the dense thicket bushes my killer hid my body beneath. The K-9’s nose graced the dirt, searching for my scent. He dug at the edge of the bushes as his handler and cops caught up to us. 

Their words were muddled. Vibrations in my chest that didn’t make sense. 

Tingles erupted on my hand as the dog’s paws found my decaying skin. 

“We got her!” A man shouted. 

I smiled. Genuinely. Oddly, love flooded my chest. I remembered every moment I ever felt love before, but this was more. Holy, godly. 

Then, that feeling you get when your sobbing trembled through my body. My vision found my mother. My energy found familiar shape as I stood beside her. I draped my arm across her shoulders. Thought, energy, manifestation: I love you, mom.