The only hint
something was wrong
for those not paying attention
was a ladder left aslant
against a tree
long after the fruit
rotted
from the branches
and madness swallowed
the flesh
of normalcy
in shades of green
and lush
The only hint
something was wrong
for those not paying attention
was a ladder left aslant
against a tree
long after the fruit
rotted
from the branches
and madness swallowed
the flesh
of normalcy
in shades of green
and lush
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I’m still lurking about. Reading. Seeing you.
Loving the scenes carefully painted.
And you.
Well, that’s just lovely. Thank you, Renee.