There was still metal, melting in my soul

it stung

as it hardened into solid gold.

And there were rocks

The gray-skulled demons of my forest heart

they barred my escape

they made me stumble and

fall.

i cut my chest, and the gold poured out.

Formed a fence around me,

binding me to the forest floor

a helpless prisoner

yet again.

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