Twigs and saplings grow to trees
and pebbles in my shoe
turn into boulders
The itch you scratch too long
will leave a bloodstain on my sheet.
Slandered words in secrecy
transported on the copper-lines
dissolving lies to almost truth
words are roller coasters
destructive as the falling timbers
and sudden rockfalls.
It was spring
and meadowlarks were singing
when you left.
Linked to Magpie Tales