The whispers that cling to the psyche,

Sucking the heart dry.

Disgusting, ravenous leeches.

The nightmares under the covers.

Its supposed to be safe

Out in the wild, at least for a while.

The misty silence of the trees

Unbound the human rituals.

Its supposed to be healing

But I’m leaving the shell

To see there was no armor

Only nakedness.

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