sharp escape
Forest. Deep forest.
I can hear the fox
that follows the tiger...
pitch dark. nothing is seen...everything heard...
fluttering of birds, owls chatting
stabbing the dark
i see two fire balls and don't hear the fox
no heartbeat...nothing at all...only the fireballs
i can here the smell of rotten flesh
i am like a piece of cloth soaked in a washing machine
waiting to be washed
waters flowing downstream
without form and shape
i just woke up with a scream
imagined a sharp escape
Forest. Deep forest.
I can hear the fox
that follows the tiger...
pitch dark. nothing is seen...everything heard...
fluttering of birds, owls chatting
stabbing the dark
i see two fire balls and don't hear the fox
no heartbeat...nothing at all...only the fireballs
i can here the smell of rotten flesh
i am like a piece of cloth soaked in a washing machine
waiting to be washed
waters flowing downstream
without form and shape
i just woke up with a scream
imagined a sharp escape
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