Johanna Warren - Pin Oaks
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You knocked and I let you in
(unlocked the door, led you under my skin)
But hate lay like a snake in the grass
Waiting to strike at our heels as we passed
She kept the key to my dark room;
She left and warped the weft of my loom
I saw hordes of gray eyes and dark, hungry mouths;
Lord knows what they were mumbling about
I lost hold of the rail I was grasping—
Ghostly pale, quaking like an aspen
Now this thick rope encircles my neck
Whisper, "I hope you're quick to forget."
Grief warms the back of your throat;
Greedy wind snatches at your threadbare coat
Pin oaks and old rusty nails— pinafores rustle and fill like sails
(unlocked the door, led you under my skin)
But hate lay like a snake in the grass
Waiting to strike at our heels as we passed
She kept the key to my dark room;
She left and warped the weft of my loom
I saw hordes of gray eyes and dark, hungry mouths;
Lord knows what they were mumbling about
I lost hold of the rail I was grasping—
Ghostly pale, quaking like an aspen
Now this thick rope encircles my neck
Whisper, "I hope you're quick to forget."
Grief warms the back of your throat;
Greedy wind snatches at your threadbare coat
Pin oaks and old rusty nails— pinafores rustle and fill like sails
