Out there left for dead I was the scarecrow
In your mind the tailor sewing dream
Out there in the field packed with hay
Won't you say hello
Through the pines
Winter caused the world to be abandoned
Foraging wendigo
Bones cracking in the frost
Loud as whip cracks
Icicle falls sharp end into earth
A small statue
Destined to melt away
Further into the wildernerness
Where absurdity exists
I am the mirror hanging on the stairwell
Exposed to the elements
Dying breaths
Exhaustion
Hunger unrecognizable
Dogged searching
Those who are lost
Come face to face
Deplorable and ominous
Calling you deeper
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