Sometimes I Feel Like a Piece of Wood
cuddled too close to
the warmth
and with a twist and groan
the beautiful grotesque
knitted curls and creepy fingertip tendrils
beneath elastic stretched bark skin
What if gods own punishment was to see everything else die
and what his crime
turn left and right
and take a deep breath
now let the mirror catch your eye
no inhumanity
if we get rid of all the humans
watch the rain droop beneath the welcoming withered
whim of whispering willow
I remember you could tell my auntie was in by the sound of her hum
Gave up being human
Dared to be a tree
people where their hair in fear of me
Wait that's the wrong wear
were wolf
There there's wolf
Which how i con
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port ahead
its time for you to leaf
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