"Crossroads"
What a cliche
Where am I?
this dirt road is
rarely traveled
and the dogs behind
the barbed
wire
are by no means
friendly
These dark hollow
forests hide
memories maleficent
and fantasies
for a fool
I'm ancient, anxious,
and apprehensive.
the sinkhole
and birds of prey,
waiting,
in stone solid
quiet
statue
waiting
for my
fall (from grace?)
The skittering sounds,
then silence.
It's frightening.
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