I searched through the thick, tall rows of the wheat fields
From the roots to the heads,
I trolled endlessly until every grass was peeled
I stared up at the moon and cried for her intent
for any hint,
a sign
God, where is she? Where does she hide?
I crawled on the ground like a scared mouse
I desperately needed a warm house
Maybe a friend
Certainly a quick end
I could smell the dirt in the air
Sweat dripping from the ends of my hair
I remember clearly, my face was bare
My eyes were dark,
hickory brown
I wore turnips woven like a crown
I was thin, so thin and pale
I collapsed atop a scratchy hay bale
My throat itched and the sky turned light
The grass was water and I floated by
On my hay bale, I started to cry
Goodbye, Goodbye
Goodbye, Goodbye
I woke late in the cold night
Shaking in a terrible fright
The harvest moon burned with a red light
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Jessi
Writer on the Oregon coast. Lover of nature, poetry, and coffee! I love to write about my travels, lovers + mental health. Thanks for your support! Feel free to browse, share, and comment away. :)
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