“Skogsrån” by Brittany Nelson

No answer, no light
searching through the forest
grasping at roots
all the trees have fallen

A woodcutter
they call him savior
I make him soulless

They call me mother
those creatures of the trees
touching the sky, my beauty:

Rotting from the inside
drinking his poison
to spare my children
hollow am I.


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