you’re running towards your doom
a voice tinny in the distant wood
a voice tinny in the distant wood
when the bark falls off
the vines take over
with their webbed strands
holding fast as the meat falls apart
it’s a cycle
not of supremacy
but a changing of the guards
it’s understandable to try to claw
your way back to the torch
once it’s handed over
even after how long you complained
of the strain of carrying it
to be wistfully
strewn on the forest floor
as the voice trails off
down a twisting path
the vines take over
with their webbed strands
holding fast as the meat falls apart
it’s a cycle
not of supremacy
but a changing of the guards
it’s understandable to try to claw
your way back to the torch
once it’s handed over
even after how long you complained
of the strain of carrying it
to be wistfully
strewn on the forest floor
as the voice trails off
down a twisting path
it's a cycle / not of supremacy/ but a changing of the guards is a really nicely put complex but clear thing!
ReplyDeletei love how when the bark falls off might belong to the line prior (a voice, a dog's voice!) or the line below <3 so lyrical and dark and lovely
ReplyDeletewistfully strewn on the forest floor <3
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