Acid Tongue

I'm not very good at writing but I gave it a shot... please go easy on me.

Here we go

      I didn’t open my eyes, not yet. The grass beneath told me that I wasn’t in my bed any more. The crisp cold of the dew on the grass licked my skin with their acid tongues, slithering out from their rancid mouths, mocking me. Finally I forced myself to open my eyes, a bright blue sky greeted me with the dark clouds clinging to the loving sky suffocating her, like the menacing memories that I know will soon plague me.