without a flashlight in the woods

being alone is feeling alone. walking in these woods at night is so tempting. imagine the bushes scratching tiny marks into your arms as you brush past. imagine the empty moon catching bits of your shadow on the logs and brambles. i can see it now, a meadow or lake, it is silver in this light and smells like a dark, soggy pool. the grass on the banks leads me to believe this isn't the first time someone has been here, but i am alone.

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