This I saw in the movies

My tumoured soul
skirted up the mole-hill
when everyone was asleep.

With a knife,
I carved and stabbed,
Peeled and forced a hole into the back of a
tree.
I levered the steely blade to and fro,
frantically, uncontrollably, while
it cackled at
me.

And I whispered my secrets into
the little fist,
burying chunks of earth quickly
into it.