Skinroot

siphon hope into
the thousand trees - nobody will ever love you

the plotted forest trails lead to
everyone
everyone you'll ever meet?
everyone you'll ever meet -
they never wanted to meet you

there are a hundred toads here
a hundred fat
sick toads here more likely to be happy

than you. so siphon hope into the thousand trees
because not even the thick
lich fog here
- not even the thick lich fog
will ever be as


cold as you
! the plague lakes over sludge and ruins
are not as vile as you are. even the murder of pine crows
will never be as hated as you

in brambles and nettles
in poison ivy
there is nothing that stings like you do

and when you die
you will be bloodlust maggots
to the earth once rich

The End

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