In the woods, we're the bodies in the woods.

Where to murderers like to hide their victims?

An unmarked grave,

just three feet deep.

Far in the woods,

where no one would peek.

 

A child in the grave,

her curls breaking through.

She sings to the girl

that swings from the tree

above her.

 

The girl can not talk,

she can not move.

She sways and sways

as the wind moves through the trees.

 

The girl in the grave

she doesn't know her name,

she doesn't understand

she's been left there to die.

 

The girl in the tree,

such a sight for the child,

with her limbs gone

and a smile on her face.

 

That smile,

it haunted the girl.

Up to her cheeks,

dripping red onto the dirt above.

 

She'd wake up screaming,

shouting at the girl.

"Stop smiling at me,

you rotten thing.

There's a reason you're up there

swinging in that tree."

 

But the smile never faded,

and the girl never stopped swaying.

Reviews

[Cherrie]

ps loved it

[Cherrie]

The girl can not talk,

she can not move. just an idea>nor can she be free

[d]

it is very interesting and i do see it's validity but it also haunts me, that it seems you write so much about the horror side of life, that i feel like i should hold back what good i might want to say. please let me know; am i over reacting? it could just be that at my particular point in life, i find myself wanting to get away from that area. or maybe you are overdoing it. i think if this was the first of yours that i read, i'd feel differently so please understand, i'm not saying something bad about the poem. i just would like to see your work showing more of the 360 degrees of life. you could be doing great work in other aspects of life also. but as for the poem, it is haunting, vivid and it invites the reader to seek more so i do think it is successful.

[Tasha]

This was amazing and so creepy at the same time.. I love it.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[Lily Mae]

An excellent write.. I love it..x