There is treasure all around
but you
blacken and turn inward.
You are
an ink blot
on an
illuminated manuscript
a
burning nettle
in a
field of wildflowers
a sliver
in the pink pad of a finger
Let me
help you pack
your
blanket and suitcase.
You no
longer belong
or want to be here.
55 Words for Hedgewitch at Verse Escape.
