i walk alone crumpling
dead leaves fractured
bones contemplating
desolate
fate, legs shaking
like twigs
spasms,
fingers
frozen;
it’s here.
my reckoning is now.
Shadows with faces spew
obscenities,
threats, a furious bark
It orders me to
run off; I do as I’m told. Running
away,
escape is not an option.
The body shakes soaked
In sweat, the heart beats
Breathless and on my knees
I turn and it waits
Dentures made out of ancient
Bark, these woods are alive as
It smiles and puts out its
hand. It becomes my
companion; I am one
with fear.
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