Leaves, eyes, whispering,
drifting through the air,
atmosphere
Whispers...
I turn the tide, the other cheek,
Whale swallowing submarine
Past tense
Caught beneath my feet
behind my ears,
Pouring my hair
A flock of crows,
swirling around the dove
And the forest so dark stood still,
greedier and greedier,
it takes over and sets back
Something is... lurking... behind the bushes...
A monster? A man?
I bump my head, kiss the soil, roots tangling my feet, climbing up my legs
I try to scream, my lungs cramping - the forest... smiling, opens its maw, taking what is his
Darkness swallows me and in my nightmare I howl the moon
