Winding into the woodwork, stuck in a world you shouldnt exist in.
Strangely reminds me of myself.
Haha, I'm glad someone can relate.
As I read this I pictured a girl slowly becoming a tree! Your writing makes my brain trip out!
Thanks man! I'm glad you said that, because that was my original intention of the poem. I wanted to title it this scientific word for when vines grow into objects or the disease when people get those bark-like growths on them. But I decided it sounded a lot like a girl who got murdered and buried and so I went with that.
Me gusta! Very powerful, you can sense the complacency, and or hurt within it.
Thanks man! I appreciate it, a lot went into this one. I dig writing third person, too. It comes easier to me.
It's definitely a cool feeling. I've got a string of poems I'm gonna be working on soon, about serial killers, real, and fictional.
Looking forward to seeing that. This poem was actually going to be about murder originally, in the end I wanted her to be disintegrating into the ground because she was buried in the forest by her killer, but it flowed like shit so I said no thanks. Ha.