bumblebeeduke8

o beautiful vermont

speak to me

tell me the tales 

laid in your leaves 

tell me about the lovers who have hung from that tree 

all the sap drained from those trees

how to get to paradise?

i remember the crowded er

the bright lights and hard blue chairs

at midnight on a thursday

i decided to leave forever (but did not succeed, nothing but a mere mark in my neck, a rope, and a bad cough)