quarta-feira, 23 de julho de 2025

Into the ferns

 I skip over the puddle on the forest track
Then my legs sprint as nightfall comes
and my surroundings will turn pitch black
I can still make out the ferns and shrubs

hugging the track under the canopy
I slow down and stop in a clearing
Beds of bracken and a dark shadowy entrance
ahead on the other side 

There is no escape
There is no way back
darkness will soon flood in
safety will escape me

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