>>| #nsfwe #violence a forest speaks with winds, whispering the tales .of lost .ones. blue trees, dark sky. the .only lights that provides .a guidance comes from living beings, those who dares to pass through the .unknown woods. yet the metal claws from the grounds .are beckoning, .inviting the .unharmed .innocent feet. .one step, two step. the closer they get, the farther .away from freedom. step three, step four, claws closing .in. .and .a moment silence from the woods .itself, giving .a space for .a cry .of pain .and .agony. five steps .and six steps, .another traveler .arrives. he grabs the body .and starts to drag. blood, spills .onto the floor, painting .and marking the beginning .of the .end. the claws, still shut, won't let go his prey. more screams .and less whispers. .a janky line, separate by the colors .is seen .on the ground. step seven, see the hive. hands .of the victim, .attempts to grasp for some hope .around the woods, but no .avail, nothing can be .undone. step .eight, slam .on the door. moment later, silence comes .in .and the forest .once .again starts to whistle .a calming song.
>>| huh? .it's just .a poetry for my hobby. .if .i stepped .into .a cholerbeartrap, .i'd be dead .and, .i guess, .i couldn't post .anything .on chittr sadly.