I perpetually can’t see the horizon.
This forest has too many trees.
Spiders rapidly descend on their prey, discarding bloodless bodies in their wake.
I know you can’t feel fondness for me.
The birds stop singing. There’s a hawk nearby. There’s the squealing of a mouse.
I like hearing you say my name even when you’re angry.
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I really like it. Strong imagery. Haunting.
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