In the grove of the ever silent forest I walk in the dark stumbling and pushing through a blackness forged of mud clinging to my fragile legs my feet bound in soft decay I fall and let myself be engulfed by the moist ground ~ Damp earth, my lover hold my tiny body and scratch my glass flesh with your thorns I will bleed into you as you drink from me ~ I submit and let you lead me deep within ~ The trees whisper to me in a language of lost words rooted so far down with arms that touch the universe they hold me to their core and gently heal me ~ They wrap my bruised and bleeding skin in leaves and moss wet from the winter rain and my love ~ Such a gift to feel so very deeply