MUCKY MOVEMENT
Creak, creak
I hear the boards speak
The wolf is running about
Don't wiggle
Stifle that giggle
Never let the air out
Little girls learn
How to quickly discern
The choppy river in motion
It crawls, then falls
Into fragmented balls
Reaching for the magic potion
The smell of cedar
Damp chicken feeder
Pinches nerves in a knot
Just trying to live
Through pain that gives
Innocence a black thick blot
I hate sound
That surrounds
The mirrored soul with glue
I'm tired of healing
The huge onion always peeling
Layers of skin to sinew
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-28-2026
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