Treasure Island

jonathan marshall


rotting


rotting core of the hollow tree
it twists and creeks
an owl hoots never ending
an icy blast hits the fragile tree
it creeks within its core
the tree snaps in half a big thud when it hits the icy ground
never more to the tree
the icy grave it rots into the ground
forever more

Submitted: Monday, January 30, 2012
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