bog a decaying sponge
a bog stacked mosses
a bog rain-fed
a bog infertile and cool
a bog no movement but sinking
a bog full of despair
a body on a bog becomes heavy
a body on a bog being pulled into earth
a bog is looking for nutrients in the body
the way the body looks for nutrients in another
a bog says feed me
put hearts in its recipe
a bog will kill if it needs to
bog bodies retaining skin and hair
bog people once full of despair
want to
be possessed?
a lover always
reaching out
of the wood
not intangible
in the least
you don’t know where
the path into the bog
leads
disappears into trees
so you follow
a mouthful of water
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how are you? lost - what is attractive about stagnancy mystery photograph blurry shroud in mist easy to fall for ogopogo to see men dotting the shore could be cryptids faces a tree walks across a lake in a mist in shadow a tree appearing like a brain everything suddenly unknown is enveloping voices the air tastes like a name faces reflected in the lake what can reach out of a city fog is muted and sucked what discomforts you in nature silence gnarled branches hands desire contact would like a suck a little brush of souls
de-rendering 