by solaris2001

She perched quietly in the neglected maple behind the house, the raised voices of her bickering parents echoing out of the open kitchen window and ringing in her ears just before washing out in the static buzz of cicadas infesting the neighborhood yards in the late summer dusk. Her small, tanned arms wrapped under her bruised knees, tucking her back against the rough bark of the trunk as she rocked herself to the cacophonic chorus winding through the leaves, staring at the crackled molted shells that still clung so desperately to the short and meaningless lives they so briefly inhabited.