Aokigahara

Just once

I would make you my home

Burrow into your soil

Plant my stake in the forest of people

Your floor smells of blood

The fatal tapdance has left your leaves bruised

It doesn’t matter if we’re going backward

Or forward, or even sideways

I mean nothing’s broken

I can move everything

The important thing is you're okay

You're going to be okay

It feels like your trees are smiling