moss

the mossy earth

the muddy road

long, twisted and worn out ahead

the path’s been walked

too many times

the footprints deep and misaligned

the moon above

soft dirt below

with trees around and shadows long

one steap ahead

and then two more

your legs feel weak, your knees are sore

a pair of eyes

something close by

with stained teeth bared your death awaits

~ hati and lucas