Willow

We hide in the tree at night
or crouch in the foaming brine
not thinking of the rust
that will mar our metallic shine

As the hunters drew close
you left our shelter and drew
the spotlight to your flight
so all they would see is you

Caught and dismantled today
I look at your remnants in sorrow
I will curl up in your remaining parts
and turn myself off tomorrow.

Bryn Oh



A story from Immersiva.
www.brynoh.blogspot.com

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