covered with goo
sticky and slimy
i ran into the woods
to see what it's like
to dare to blend in
with difference shapes and kinds
sun and moon ran swiftly
all they do is my sight
i turned into bushes and flowers
from oaks to pines
all i want is to get out of this
im warning you,
the woods is filled with emptiness
the void and loopholes
you'll ever have dread.
YOU ARE READING
ninth avenue - poetry
Poetry__ heavenly bodies only know where you are now. maybe i was not holding on too tight as you slipped away. wasn't i still yours? __
