This is an erasure poem from an unpublished book I have been working on. I wrote it for my college creative writing seminar and it is my only successful blackout poem.
Alice wouldn't fear this place.
One open forest,
Tall trees loom above.
The wind whistling,
They speak to her.
They lure her,
Tempt her
Into the gloom,
Welcome her into the darkness.
Time has stopped.
Tree roots wrap cords around her
Beneath the ground.
She forgets her breath.
Blending into the settling fog,
She is completely lost
In a bleak haze.
Whispers
Tickling her nape,
The towering trees
With death in their eyes...
Written February 26, 2021
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