I'm weird
For some reason this poem popped, fully formed into my head as I was falling asleep last night:
Today I sat beneath our old oak tree
below which I had buried thee
Your bones and teeth by roots are caught
As you feed the tree with your slow, dark rot
What a pity no one else can see
Where I've hid you underneath our tree
I'm not sure what Freud would make of it. 0.o
Today I sat beneath our old oak tree
below which I had buried thee
Your bones and teeth by roots are caught
As you feed the tree with your slow, dark rot
What a pity no one else can see
Where I've hid you underneath our tree
I'm not sure what Freud would make of it. 0.o