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It is daytime
But no birds will sing here
You walk amongst our limbs
Chopping in the silence
Ripping delicate tendrils of moss
And stomping into the dirt
We are alive in it
You don’t feel our heartbeat through your armored boots
Do you?
The garden is our body
The bark shields our heart
We can hear
Beneath your metal casing
Beneath your bones
Your heart beats too
It quickens when the sun sets
You hear us now
Don't you?
Creaking
Creaking
It stops when you turn
There are only trees behind you
Pale limbs to chop away…
But they do not fall
Your friend, the sun, is gone
You are alone
Are you?
Can you hear the creaking
Over the beat of your own heart?
Unblinking eyes do not shut
As yours do
There is no more escape
Do you remember the sound our limbs made when chopped?
We will remind you
Do you remember the sound our moss made when ripped?
We will remind you
Stomped into the dirt
Blood seeping
You will hear our heartbeat now