In the woods, we're the bodies in the woods.A Poem by blue blue blue.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. © 2011 blue blue blue.Reviews
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