- Vol. 04
- Chapter 06
Hidden in the Woods
Stalkers and death crawlers, we know they wait in the dark woods where a womb folds inside a tree trunk to hold the tomorrow’s birth in bark.
We ignore them, move past when a forest cracks its knuckles and bony twigs hold up a finger of warning betides, what was learned in the arch-silences of winters
when their mouths watered, their eyes salted in wind, feet gone stiff with wandering, skeleton fused to stone after longtime seeking
the grace of grazers, spry and fleet footprints on earth hard from trampling.