THE SUICIDE FOREST
Enter slowly.
This is not
a picnic
at hanging rock.
You will not
be wearing
a white dress;
you are far
beyond that.
You will walk
upon moss
and lava
between a sea
of trees.
Malevolence
will fall
to the ground
like a dark fog.
Even your
compass will not
save you.
If you see,
or think you see,
a corpse
or part
of a corpse,
return your eyes
to the path
quickly.
You do not
want to get lost
here. When
you scream,
no one
will hear you.
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Omg ! Brilliant concept perfectly executed.
I don’t know what else to say.
I love this poem.
Creepy and I love it!
So dark and delicious. Love love love it.
Pshew, yes. Felt.
Made me remember a documentary I watched about Aokigahara Forest. So sad (and, I imagine, energetically terrifying).
Sad, terrifying, and well written.