Bare

Tangled

Ripped

Tattered

Scared

 Wrapped around the jagged arms

Of a small tree

Been discarded

 

Left alone to

Hang in the wind

Ripping it like

Vicious fangs

 

Wishing it hadn’t been

Left to fly

Through the dark and

Rain filled sky

To then land

On this poor tree

 

When it could be

Hanging on me.

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