Three Truths in the Forest

This one is a little murky, and ig kinda horrorish.....????? I have no idea I just word vomit and fix spelling and grammar to the best of my ability. I really have no idea how to write.

Anyway here's a preview of the work:

Through the double edged sword within my chest, I can see myself, young and blossoming before the large ever-growing trees, deep within forests filled with skeletons covered by wisps of white cobwebs, crawling with spiders nipping at the bone. Cool air tucks my hair behind my ears, frost crawling up my fingertips leaving me frozen within these parts, a story never forgotten but never to be told.

The sky expands and crushes winged birds above me, painting the sky and my humble hands black. Black enough to see down within them, into the sunken earth, their eyes stare back into mine, smiling their crooked smiles, all three of them.

It feels so cold, it hurts to blink and the stench of dead animal crowds my vision as it gags me and strings me up by my head. Singsong voices crawling from the dirt within my hands as monsters erupt before me. Scraping at my arms and legs begging for a change.

They pluck my eyes out to feast on, and rip the spine from my back to use as a walking stick on their travels of the world, new, fresh, levitating people on to make their own journey of the things they have stolen from me.