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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