Sleep Walking

November 26, 2013
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Encircled by the skeletal trees,

with their chorus of blackened leaves.


a myriad of bat wings.


stark branches perched

on the ghostly body.


against the grim sky.

Crooked fingers

reaching for me.


for my unwilling body,

dragging me into their hallow mouths

until the skeletal trees

have swallowed me whole.

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