Torment
Quiet as she sits, one amongst the trees
Roots intertwined in the soil of your secrets.
Hair down to her waist like branches rich with leaves
Nerve endings from root to tips
Careful not to pull too hard
Nor chip away at her protective bark
Heart beating in her hollow chest, she waits to breathe
Sit with her and listen, let her fall if she must.
The fortunate few who dare
Will become wildly ensnared...
Fate only has meaning when crushed

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