You strip me naked from the neck up
Run with my thoughts and bounce them
Take everything
Leave nothing but your opinion,
A termite
Eating at the hollowed log that once was me
Woodpulp on the forest floor
Far below where you cannot see
Infinite and beautiful
In variety and colour
Fungi flower in the light of your shadow
My hidden garden of words
Feb 1, 2020
Feb 1, 2020 at 7:27 AM UTC
You strip me naked from the neck up
Run with my thoughts and bounce them
Take everything
Leave nothing but your opinion,
A termite
Eating at the hollowed log that once was me
Woodpulp on the forest floor
Far below where you cannot see
Infinite and beautiful
In variety and colour
Fungi flower in the light of your shadow
My hidden garden of words
Living with someone who has an IQ of over 160 is ****** hard work sometimes. I write to have something just for me.
