cabin
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counting knots in the wood slats-
the ones i can feel my nonexistent breath bounce off against
the ones holding up the musty mattress that does not get granted a body for most of the year
silent cabin
Lazy rain patters on the rooftop
Drops roll down the glass window
A room - dimly lit and cool
A tea kettle whispers slow
Through the window streams
I stare out my open door
Feeling the wind whirl around me
Causing my red hair to spin and fly
As the giant trees look down at little me
I smile up at them
Just happily being in my oasis
My heart is like a cabin in the woods;
Hidden from sight.
Sometimes I’ll raise signs to show that life still lives here,
But I forget;
There is no one around to see it
