Authors Note: the actual art piece didn't turn out how I wanted and it is hard to see the actual poetry so I'll just write it for you
Your smell,
a map of the forest.
Heading towards the stream,
no one has managed to
track down the stream.
Mark it on the map.
Looking for tracks and signs
through the forest.
Spirals,
purple goop,
dried on trees.
A small X.
YOU ARE READING
Creative Writing
RandomJust some little stories/essays/responses that I've mainly written for school.
