A Long Hike Down – Day 3

Deep in the forest’s womb,
I lay.

The clouds asked questions
above the dappled canopy

mites and spiders made
nests in my suicide hair.

It’s a slanted route I took,
a diversion from the pain.

I had no formal answers
to the cumulous inquisition.

The sweep of a hairbrush and
arachnid homes were broken.

I stood, shallow
in my squandered days.

© Grace Black

Welcome to the October Poetry Journey!


I’ve done this fanatic challenge before but this one’s worth a redo for sure!


Today is Day 3 of #OctPoWriMo  join me, 31 poems in 31 days. Do you dabble in word play as well? Let’s create 31 in 31!


Love and Ink,


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