A boy, stripy pyjamas
astray in the woods,
is walking, bare feet in the leaf litter,
beneath woozy woozy
woozy drunken trees.
There may be stars
beyond those branches,
but teeth and
tongues flickering in the leaves,
trees' lingering fingers
slithering around him.
Skitterings scramblings, cluttering his ears,
wrigglings worming
his skin;
darknesses flashing
his eye-bulbs;
beneath those million dripping fruits licked leaves,
his foot flattens
on something gelatinous ̶
he is then all of him altogether shreik-shaped.
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