Bucked

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Gnawed nearly through,
I’d considered myself too solid
to topple. The vanity of roots
and decades of sun and rain
had lulled me.

All it took was one determined
set of teeth chipping bit by bit
from surface to core. I was
thinned out and finally snapped.
Alone. Soundless.

NaPoWriMo Day 19

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