2025-26 SotA Literary Magazine | Page 62

My skin
Striped tape strangles dead trees, For now, they still stand.
Who is scared of The deep Soily ground?
Vacant Thornhill street Where no one Has ever really lived
The fox’ s grin, Teeth too straight, Old man who, Mutters to no one.
If you want to feel Depressed and alone.
Start walking
It’ s already begun.
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