Wandering through the woods

Discordant wanderings through the woods
Slowly walking myself to the point of death
to the end of the world
in a forest full of first time virgins
and unicorns waiting to jump out of fairy tales
into the regurgitations of reality
constant strains of cacophonous noise in my ears
slow juddering steps along the winding path
still waters at my sides
anxious and troubled (e)motions inside
what’s around the corner?
whispering loud into the vacuum
nothing, no sound.

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