Into the Wood
Into the Wood
This walk
through the wood of forgetting
has brought me
to the corner
where I left you
This minuscule morsel of my present past
ripe still with the souring of something gone bad
I wish there were a way to shake you
[rotten fruit from the tree -
turning you into something useful]
and find forgiveness
for opening the door to your madness
O, the work I have done
to lay waste to you
yet you linger
so bitter on this tongue
~ Brangwynne Purcell
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