The branches reached out to hold me
But i turned away.
I've no time for their spindly fingers
Creeping around the house at night
Prying into things they oughtn't be
Secrets are there for a reason
Not meant to be unlocked-
But even when i said no,
Still it happened.
My cries and punches and pushing away
Did nothing
Maybe it didn't sink in
To your brain
Pickled in whiskey.
Next time i'll tie my soul to a lead weight
- see how deep i'll sink then.