Serenity Blackened Poem by Miss Fairytale

The serenity of dancing leaves
Makes a noise akin to agony
The slick torment of injury,
The sounds force my body cold.
I'm made to embody brutality.

Shoved to the forest
I stand among the trees

Waiting for my bones to blacken.
They broaden, they reach
They revolt against their confines,
My joints are dislocated
The skin twisted into grotesque folds
Bones now are buckled branches

Shoved to the forest
I stand anonymous among the trees.