the wooden face
of a long-forgotten goddess
looks down upon me
nothing but decaying skin
merely feeding the moss
that grows around her feet
in my lungs there is a scream
that wishes to be freed
but in my lungs there is a knot
that suffocates all living things
and in my heart there is a pile
of river stones
for travelers to find
for passers-by to topple
the wooden face
of a long forgotten goddess
imprisons me in her gaze
in her oaken eyes I am condemned