Umbrage

Assumptions hide behind the trees like shadows, and we walk through the forest eyeing each other warily. A crow shrieks and we both turn, and then you're on me before I can even gasp. A knife in my back, my heart, my head -- bleeding onto the soft cool earth. You laugh because you think this violence is funny -- you grew up with it in your childhood, after all -- but you don't understand the damage you have done. So as I die alone here in the forest, you walk away, thinking you have taught me a lesson.