Get your back scratched Annie
It’s been a long long time
Quails peck at the floor
Content with every little grub
We stare into the abyss
Try to remember your last favour
These woods swallow you whole
Blocking all visibility
Taken from you, hidden from others
Paths frozen for ease
Winds paused for breath

Escalation of WHAT

kinder hearts die in a blaze
all this sweat and mayonnaise
ive been trapped in this cyanide cyclone for 900 days
that badger was battered and bloody and its very final breath it whispered to me “crime pays”
a shower of troglodite messengers from the 8th dimension snuck into a strawberry chocolate shortcake and screamed the answer to the riddle what lives in iceland but lives its tropical ways