In the forest, there are things waiting
for the moment when they can pounce.
Concealed, they tear pieces of you apart.
In the forest, the pieces of you that
they’ve nabbed are consumed in a blink.
Your taste keeps them coming back for more.
In the forest, they come back for more
determined to finish every piece of you.
Sucked out bones and teeth are all that remain.
© Esther Moreira