We'd arranged to meet in the woods.
An old cabin - gutted. filled with leaves
roof half-open to the rain.
And it was. raining.
The path was dark. mud-filled
full of leaves and pine needle glut
the sludge of nature.
There was no light. only the heaving
dark. The heavy trees and their
drip of years. All that rain.
My feet foundered. branches slapped
my face - like hands (like branches)
I knew what he wanted.
I knew how it would end.
And I went anyway.
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