This was the first part of my poem that I completely got rid of. Though I like it, it did not fit with the poem but not using something you wrote is always hard. So I am going to post it on here!
when thin crooked branches
envelope me
reaching,
twitching,
twisting,
melting
into darkness visible.
I hear their whispered whimpers
worried & weary.
Begging, yearning, pleading
help us.
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