there are times
when
i am not fit to talk to people
because
peopleβs words are not fit for human ears
watch
with every syllable
how they curl in on themselves β
my ears, my fingers
my spine
watch
as i curl inward
with the weight
of our worlds of words
im not coming back this time.
watch
as I grow the fangs and claws of
my youth
and use them
to flee
back into the woods
because where i plan on going
there are no names
carved into lichened bark
im not fit for this anymore.
so watch.
me.
leave.