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My Brain is a Forest

October 8, 2008

My Brain is a forest.

My skull is the sky.

My blood is the pond that surrounds like a moat.

A crackle in the fire.

A cackle in the moonlight.

I’ll twist my fingers around the steel braids of my snare woven heart.

I’ll listen for the sound of trees stretching and falling.

I’ll hear nothing.

Nothing but a faint whisper of the mocking birds above.

I’ll carve my name in trees that stand underneath my eye lids.

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