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Forest
I can feel the black of your eyes
focusing their gaze on my fatigued body,
the flick of a tongue licking the fear from the air.
I’m too tired to care anymore,
no more cold sweats and restless nights,
no more words lost to the darkness
that yawns dissonantly between us.
I used to hear the howls shrieking through the trees.
There is no wolf at the edge of the forest,
just the scent of something far more terrifying.
