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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
O, little house.
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