Bastards and Broken Things
Jul 11 · 1 min read

Away from the prying eyes of curious tourists
There lived a forgotten mushroom in the forest floor;
It lived beside the green of the moss,
Nestled within the dusty brown of a tree long fallen
and fallen leaves, and fallen fruits of daydreams.
It had tried to befriend the gold
seeping through the green above,
but the gold burned its eyes and dried its heart,
so it buried itself further
within the moist earth and leaves gone cold.
Away from the prying eyes lived a curious shroom
its whole life spent waiting for the rain;
Away from the prying eyes died a curious shroom
long lost, long forgotten, but no longer in pain.
