The tree down the street , tall and sort of terrifying , its bark looks dead and wrought with malice, the top has three holes and it looks like a face of evil intentions , a gaping maw of wood and rain damage with sap bled down like the life blood of a person. One night its leaf flew through my window , set atop the seal above my head for past few nights. You know those things that you see , only You see them , no one else because they cant notice but you see it and its just the epitome of wrong to you , and you slowly forget because if everyone sees nothing then so would you right? Maybe thats what its been , maybe the tree was never down the street , because I woke up one night , to see it outside my window with a branch so close , it was touching its leaf. October feels.
Posted on: Wed, 08 Oct 2014 21:24:50 +0000
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