I toss and turn in my sleep,
nightmares begin, suddenly.
The tree! The tree!
It's coming to get me!
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The tree stood tall and twisted,
Big and bad,
Its branches reaching farther
Than they ever had.
.
A branch wrapped around my waist,
In my distaste,
It stole my identity away.
.
It pulled me from the ground,
And lifted me higher and higher,
Where no footsteps could be found.
.
I scream,
And beg that the sky hears
How my little lungs were fighting
For breaths that slowly disappeared.
.
I looked below the branches,
The Dream house is unsettled,
As I searched for a familiar face,
But when mother ran toward me,
She was too late.
.
Mother never held out a hand,
She had given up then and there;
And there I am, a victim of the tree
That stole me from my family.
.
Mother cannot protect her innocent dame,
Like a doll locked away,
even in her vain.
She could never rescue me
due to her shame.
.
I cannot be saved;
her poison had reached my veins.
I am plagued from pink outfits
that chirp my name.
.
Tree-napper was evil, and stole the faces of its consumers,
mother was one face it stole,
mommy wouldn't return,
this is where my maternal wound had grown.