Forest

Carissa Shaw. 12

Forest

The hunt is relentless, I run and run The trees reaching out, engulfing me in the dark My bones aching, turning to dust with my memory I can’t see the sky through the fire in my eyes The trees reaching out engulfing me in the dark My skin is a fire freshly lit by my brain I can’t see the sky through the fire in my eyes My emotions are contorted, I feel near death My skin is a fire freshly lit by my brain My bones are aching, turning to dust with my memory My emotions are contorted, I feel near death The hunt is relentless, I run and run

Connor Scott. 9

A Walk in a Quiet Forest