Tall trees dance shadows of the night.
I sprint over pine needles,
reddening my heels against the forest floor.
My lungs burn.
Naked—
a dare.
Secret?
I’ve done this before.
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Tall trees dance shadows of the night.
I sprint over pine needles,
reddening my heels against the forest floor.
My lungs burn.
Naked—
a dare.
Secret?
I’ve done this before.
© 2025 Flame’s Crucible. All Rights Reserved.
Flame's Crucible 
It feels like there are hidden secrets or feelings within, Raven. Interesting poem.
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You put that very lovely, Hazel. Yes. That’s part of the fun of being human, I think. Discovering the hidden within ourselves.
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