Under the Eucalyptus Tree

[Introspector]

weeds hide in the night’s glow,
beneath the scent of eucalyptus.
burning,
like a distant memory,

her hands touch me,

she’s a lion
prowling the field for prey,

she pulls at my pants,

I’m an elk
stunned by car beams,

I didn’t want her to touch me,

she burned like a forest fire
sucking the air from my chest,

she wanted to play a game,

I stood like a toy soldier
and she threw me,

don’t tell your parents,

I slid like a razor blade
against my skin,

I was too scared to say something,

so she rotted my roots
like weeds,
buried under the eucalyptus tree.