The Hinterland

I am not of this place
The ice within my veins
And eyes that are as black
As blackest night from end to end

She cannot bear to love
What she cannot abide
Cold cruelty blooms inside
To poison all who dare to try

You stole from their stories
Your daughter stole a child
You're locked in the hazelwood
And rotting in exile

I am not of this world
A story not a girl
A bridge that forms in me
Between the places I have gone

I cannot touch her skin
It burns with emptiness
She wants to cut me open
Bleed me dry to forge a door

I hear it calling me
It whispers through the trees
The world I left behind so
Long ago floats like a dream

The feather, bone, & comb
I know I'm not alone
And everything is watching me
With eyes that can't be seen

Bound like a book I can never read
Stitched into me like a crooked seam
Alice three times is the story she wove
Spun like a web, every thread made of gold

It follows me wherever I go



Credits
Writer(s): Maxwell Shults
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