Introvert on a plane/the futility of a tree, wanting to be free

A bitter sap rises

Acid spit spat

At insects brushing leaves

The bark splits

Seeps with a venom

Drawn from root-bound grits

The copse floor

Is seething litter

Strangulates life-light

Blood and bone and tooth

Petty squabbles and fights

Oh let me go!

I cannot breathe

Here with you

I would give my limbs

But hobbled


Dead wood

There’d be nothing

I alone

Could do

Ringed millstone

I hang myself from you

Freedom holds no liberation

I know

I know