Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

by V.E. Schwab

“When I was a child / I got lost in the woods The trees parted for me / made such a clear trail Then closed up behind me / now I’m turned around Been trying so long now / to find a way out.”

“The woods want to keep me / the ground wants to eat me The trees want to hold me / can’t find my way home. The night’s getting dark now / the air’s getting cold So tired of walking / can’t find my way home.”

“I live in these woods now / the trees hold me close

“No longer lost now / I found my way—”