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"Southern Nights" by Deena Warner
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"The Trees are Closing in on Me" by Gina Wisker
The trees are closing in on me
Here half buried in the undergrowth
Only looking up only
At the canopy of branch and leaf and the
Sky beyond
Unreachable.
Light through the strands of leaf and wood—
But so little light here below
And dying
Dying—
Animals rustling closer now
Which animals?
I cannot move to see.
Trapped.
Beetles, worms,
My only companions now
unseen
working away
their insidious and inevitable
plot
Why was I left here like this?
Why was this such
A shallow grave?
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