Tied to the Tree: Fantasy? Horror?

The purple light shone through the stark black skeleton -branches and lit up the softly shining yellow glowbugs that squirmed around the base of the truck, writhing in ecstasy beneath the poisonous purple moon. High in the branches, she clung to her storm-driven mast, teeth bared against the wind and hair whipping in the wind, slapping against her cheek and wrapping itself around the branch like dank seaweed clinging to the hull of a ship as it is pulled to the depths of the sea. Her eyes were open and looking up into the sky. The rain poured over her open eyes, washing out the sockets of the tears of blood that had worn tracks that burned her skin down her face, scars in patterns that would drive a man mad. They found her in the morning, when they crawled out of their shelters. Her father wept silently, but her mother watched with a cold and stony face as they cut her down from the tree. Her hair had twined itself around the branches so tightly that they could not have removed the body without cutting her free.


Inspiration: None.
Story Potential: I really don't know. I'm so confused. Medium-high? High?
Notes: This is more poetic, even in the super-rough form that it's in now, than my usual writing. I like that. I sense a wealth of--things--behind this snippet, but I don't know if it's worth exploring or not.