The ghost in my closet
The bones in my chest
Broken and unwanted because my heart was ripped from its nest.
A forest of ebony, the bones they rose.
Calcified trees as tall as all my men.
Bushes made of all my empty pens.
Hikers trail me and wander their feet into my center,
Stomping through me they ***** up the way we were.
She takes my hand and drags me through the mud.
He takes my head and holds under my river of blood.
My rickety limbs find the pen to hold
To write a forest that you never knew could be so cold.
The ice covered it like vines,
Snowflakes in every line.
My bones, my skull, they were frozen in place.
These elementals could never decide how to leave me or let me end my chase.
The fire erupted quickly within me,
The forest began to burn down.
I didn't start the fire but it was the sweetest sight I will ever see.
Because I know in that forest of bones was the love we had been trying to drown.
Despite being the fire that took my home
They managed to be the worst pain I had ever known.
I thought being burned from the inside was a hell I couldn't have earned
But being frozen by them was a hell that I was glad had burned.