Just arrived home from a camping trip and thought I would write something inspired by the woods. I guess the point I really wanted to drive home was that growing up means dealing with demons, and every demon has a price if you let them live in your head too long.
A girl and her heart sit under the twinkling sky
enveloped by a smoky breath of air;
Masked by ribbons of towering trees
swaying, hopeful, in the breeze.
A teenager and her soul sprawl across the stalks of dying grass
surrounded with wild howls of the forest;
cloaked by the slippery shadows of night
which whisper: come closer, my dear, and dance with us,
for who wants to lay under the moon’s suffocating spotlight?
A woman curls into the fetal position among the weeds and the worms
hiding from the wolves that snarl and the ghosts that bite;
she trembles as the darkness leaves nothing but
ash, dust, and soot.
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this was so good!! it was short but really powerful ahh
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