Meet the Woods–An Erasure

journey to coming back
changed,
feel it in my bones.
our eyes can’t–
the darkness, hold me

it feels like language
for
truth is strange, my own
truth got a hold on me.

Say who
never been away…
Don’t look back
into the endless
fears to live.
I’ll show you mine.
Meet me
the woods

my own worst
darkness got a hold on me.

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