Sprawled across, in the forest, bare

Malicious, spindling arms, in air

Grasping at others, blocking the way

Uprooted reality, darkened and gray

Fingers, stretched, to clutch your being

No need to fight, there is no fleeing

From mist covered floors, invisible in night

That move, with an evil sense of delight

Ominous and vicious, this blackened place

Where things disappear, without a trace

June Writing Prompt – Malicious metaphors – Day 6/30

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