-Rhyming Thoughts on Aokigahara-

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Haunted. Talisman. Found.
Ah, the joys of death…
Eternal death sounds sweet.

Dusk’s first shadow
doesn’t end in marriage.
Crooked forest rendezvous,
When lightning strikes it comes in twos,
A random type of miscarriage.

The latest ill-dystopia:
Future post Aokigahara.
Stabilize the demons;
Quisquous soul of souls,
Godhead on a totem pole
Guides the young to old.

Travelers floating ‘round the world,
Pale ghosts, reminiscent memories,
Hollow cries of trifled lives:
The place where the rope dies.

Beware the sadness, forest, tears,
Lost loves, abandoned dreams, hopeless fears.
Unified darkness summons her there,
To add to the madness survivors can’t bear.

©Dutchess Imprada 2021