Forager’s Choice

# FORAGER’S CHOICE Nobody saw it. That doesn't mean nothing grew. No window, no garden, no respectable sun. I threaded little secrets under everyone. No flower, no permission, no pretty little bloom. Built a whole damn kingdom underneath the room. Then one wet night I pushed on through. Funny what the dark knows how to do. Look what grew in the dark. Look what grew in the dark. No tending, no witness, no heavenly spark. You thought nothing could live there. Look what grew in the dark. You brought a field guide, certain you'd know. Funny how experts get nervous when something won't grow where they say it should grow. Checked my gills, checked my stem, turned the page, then checked again. Edible? Magical? Fatal? Who knows. Funny how certainty wilts when it gets close. Look what grew in the dark. Look what grew in the dark. Pale little crown with an underground heart. You thought nothing could live there. Look what grew in the dark. Am I magic? Am I poison? Depends who took the bite. Some swear they saw God. Some just had a very long night. Medicine or madness? Darling, check your source. I never wrote the label. Forager's choice. I shook my little halo, sent my spores into the air. Didn't leave directions. Didn't tell them where. Some found velvet. Some found rot. Some became exactly what you hoped they would not. That's the trouble with spores. They travel light. I provide the spores. You provide the hallucination. Look what grew in the dark. Look what grew in the dark. No tending, no witness, still left a mark. You thought nothing could live there. Look closer. There's a whole world underneath. Pick me. Pass me. Praise me. Avoid. Everybody's hungry. Forager's choice. **FORAGER’S CHOICE** Written and created by SHELLBOUND Original lyrics and concept © 2026 SHELLBOUND. All rights reserved. Created with AI-assisted production tools as part of the ShellBound creative process. Human conceived, directed, written, edited, and curated. 🍄 Forager’s choice.