Again

             trembling trapdoor ceases.
 stiff fingers enclose
 the splintery surface
 and smash the
pricks to pieces.
“I … I am … I am free.”
       nocturnal tongue releases. 

 

in the forest that stays:
"it has ended."

the escarpment sinks
into the ground,
     averse to sound.

 

 

 

Reviews

[A. H. Pinley]

Sounds like someone got themselves some revenge? Nice work!

[Nick.B]

Interesting dark work, a great imaginary...nicely done