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Dancing Woods
Woods dance with pagans
locked in shadows
with crooked spines
run across hot rocks
carved out
of ghosts
and infants with heads torn
by the bloody claws
of motherless parishioners,
teasing me
with rammed heads,
spitting violently at me
with poison phlegm,
kicking at my ribs picked meatless
circling as I wait for
my child to cry me awake
before the woods swallow me up.
locked in shadows
with crooked spines
run across hot rocks
carved out
of ghosts
and infants with heads torn
by the bloody claws
of motherless parishioners,
teasing me
with rammed heads,
spitting violently at me
with poison phlegm,
kicking at my ribs picked meatless
circling as I wait for
my child to cry me awake
before the woods swallow me up.
Published 6th Jul 2020
| Edited 7th Jul 2020
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6th Jul 2020 8:29pm
7th Jul 2020 2:36am
I guess your nightmares can swallow you up, keep on fighting to find out why. Keep on writing.
