In the middle of a forest, in the middle of the woods, once I cut my finger and pain oozed.
It'd been a stray thorn; in the middle of a forest of greens, browns, I painted my red too.
Beetles, ants, and fruits drank up my colour and I saw myself in them, made from the same.
You were in there, in the middle of the woods: remember the way you pricked your finger?
You said, Don't worry, don't cry - this place is more beautiful with a piece of you.
Deliberate, your index found that same wooden needle, and there you signed your first forever.
Forever's a long time, babe; I knew even then, in the middle our forest.
Forever's difficult to chew through grinded teeth, to write with thorn-prickled-fingers.
Sowed my doubts in a smile; wore the word by my throat.
(No spare thought goes to keepsakes if you do it right).
Forever gets easier to say when you've said it before.
A practiced patchwork of three syllables turned industrial, polyester.
Buy forever's from my own tongue, throat, lips.
Buy your forever's before they run out.
I'll bet if we went back,
those woods would be redder;
stitched intravenously with forever's shaped by both
unusual topic for me but i had fun doing this! things i learned with this exercise: my regular sentences are stupidly long (how many commas do i really need? why is a single sentence six lines long? why do i love semicolons so much? we just don't know). not expecting to ever compete with rainandsonder's and anha's own take on this exercise (both brilliant pieces, check 'em out if you haven't already - not that they need my publicity, the superstars) but hey, at least i tried.
thanks dmoral13 for hosting! this is for the sentences category. might've cheated in the last couple of lines because they aren't really sentences, but it would've looked so clunky i just couldn't allow it.