I Hide Myself Behind Trees
I Hide Myself Behind Trees
So that no-one can see your image.
Like delicate tendrils.
Why are you tearing me away?
Of my body,
I shooed into your garden.
Saw the world burn
Through your blood.
Dull with my forehead.
The rope you strung up was loose.
My heart lies bare,
Is pulsing horribly.
Never to set foot on land again.