She has got me, she will
lock me up with snakes
or spiders or skin me
alive, roast me, suck me out
or bewitch me, I'm lost

Why did I venture myself
in the tree, wriggle me
through the split
curious, perhaps
bewitched already

What was I looking for?
To learn to know myself
an underground me
entangled in the roots
in this wild woman's den?

I want to get out
Yes go
obedient soul, always clean
the exit is easy to find
just take a look in the mirror!

I see weapons in my hands
I see my face, it is hard
I climb out of my scale
as heavy as she
as light as she