neverwoods/

©2022 Michael Raven

don't go into the woods
lanky stretch snarls drawn face
teeth so ruby wet red
you'll run with them
run with them
eyes to the moon
all jumble and sinew
fur silver in the night
and never come home
a child of the brood

don't go into the woods
my love
you'll never come back home

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