Come see what I got from the woods…
I went walking in the night thinking of you
and your death.
How you never came back to me,
how I collect Ones like you, but they are not you!
In a root cellar I dreamt you a good woman.
I dreamed you wanted me and in the cold musty dark nights of his torturous hand, the one you left me with, I dreamed of you, that something so horrid took you away leaving me to that chamber and his hatred of you. I looked him in the eyes always, and always he looked at me and saw you.
I grew cold and strong for you.
In the woods I buried it deep, by the dark of the Moon, secretly covering my tracks, secretly I kept your love there too.
I know my way in dark places.
And I knew my way back to your grave in the woods last night.
There you are and have always been.
Sometimes I imagine you frozen and beautiful, other times I see parasites claiming your beauty leaving you cleaned to the bone of your fleshly actions.
See what I got from the woods?