I climb a tree with plans
To carve your name
But I'm so afraid to hurt and penetrate
So I just try to get comfortable
On the sharpest branch
It's very cold and my clothes
Try to eat me alive
I picture an old friend
Carefully trying to keep their features over yours
The whale never swallows the ones you hope for
So it's me in a forest
In the belly of a beast
Swimming away from comfort
But away from all that would make me collapse.
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