my heart is growing teeth sharp and jagged, chewing and gnawing at what was once tender and now the bitterness of years gone by is no better than cold coffee

the axe head came to my forest and I was oblivious because the handle was wooden, and I never paid attention to the whispers of the trees as I allowed my hyper empathy to relax rather than be on guard

philosophers claim the heart should be soft,but mine is a beast with canines set to devour the remnants of life: Can you hear the laughterof the trees?

The axe was allowed into the forest only because it had a wooden handle therefore the forest did not perceive the danger of the axe