19 June 2012
Encased in the hardened wood, The gentle, warm arms cradle my soul. The tree's tenacious branches hold me back, As darkness threatens to swallow me whole.
Sturdy and powerful, As my heart fights to escape. Trapped forever in this leaf-lined coffin, Not alive, simply a shape
That people walk past every day, The tree girl. The girl. Someone.
Opuss № I