Behind Branches

Trees wander next to me with their colossal branches

spread apart like bony hands.

The roots that once grounded them are prickling of heat,

burn on the asphalt and decay to dust.

My heart’s feet are stuck on the acidic asphalt,

emerald green corrosiveness has taken the place of thin, red arteries.

Fingers are claws scraping on the street,

down to the spine into every tiny nerve cell that connects our world.

The knotted limbs close in front of my eyes,

leaving me caught inside, captivated, confined in the labyrinth.

My mind.

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