Some Woods Are Hungry

Call me the girl who loved tom Gordon now
'Cause god will lead me out

I found it at the library
Made of the tree that frightened me

Weak glue

If I had a penny
Some woods are hungry
Starving, hungry for me

I lose the trail, it finds me, optics
Mouth on fire, open onyx
Eighty-five scotch bonnets

Comets crumbling on entry

You think he marks the fall
Of every bird and bug?
Fuck off, that's lovely

We are living in a dish
Never farther than the fish to bottom
Sight impeded by the columns



Credits
Writer(s): Riley Nix
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