from, Haunted Forest

II. Sometimes Pleasing, Sometimes Not

In a fairytale, when you
think you’re out of the woods
you’re not. I see a saw. Slide
the hide. Go round
the merry. Path
of needles, path
of pins.

I walked on knives
to get here & now
my feet are maps. In case
I forget. How
I got here.

This entry was posted in poetry.

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