The Woods

Crack.

They're coming.

Run.

Rocks,

Teeth.

They bite my leg.

A tear upon my cheek

And a matching red one

Upon my shin.

They have come.

For me.

Take me.

If you dare.

I am the woods.

Hidden.

Watching.

Cut every tree down.

It will still grow.

I am the tree.

I will let you think you are hiding.

I am the broken twigs.

I will reveal you.

I am the earth.

I will show the way.

I am everything that guides you and gives you away.

I am the weed that no matter how many times you try to destroy,

 I will keep growing back.

I am the air that gives you your last breath.

I am the roots that will soak up your blood and tears.

I will deceive you

And you will believe that you knew why you have come.