Forest | 林

Time has come to fucking 2026 Snow— snow thick as phlegm submerges me, violates me

Twenty years ago, here too, in this tangle of cobwebs, I imagined myself becoming a skeleton— blood and flesh and soul, the barrenness inside the marrow, all handed over to you I wanted only the skeleton

The skeleton grows into a tree The soul takes refuge in time A forest of one lone tree

O hollow, empty ribs, grow me a liver— scarlet, yet warm me