Embrace the Woodland Void

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If you scream in the forest 
and no one's there to hear it,
then you've figured out what
screaming into the void means.
Have you walked alone out here 
because you couldn't handle their voices
- ringing, pinging, liking, reposting -
- buzzkill workaholic; work harder -
- it's all in your head but respond to it more -

anymore?
Then let them out now. 
Crumple the cacophony up into a ball
of high-volume carbon dioxide
and let the safety valve burst.
What you couldn't process,
the trees can
alchemize oxygen from,
so you can breathe
- in through your nose -
- out through your mouth -

until you're ready to leave.
And if you never are, 
fine.
The void understands.

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I’m Judith

Or rather the pseudonym I’m currently using here is Judith. That name also belongs to one of my characters, who I gave it to as a test of sorts. My poetry, which centers on translating minor moments into obscure observations, has appeared in various collections under different names. My psyche resides in Mississippi along the Singing River.

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