they came in swarms
and took what was left of me
each for their own
a small chunk of joy
a nibble of dignity
a crumb of flesh
they brought home their spoils
and shared it all with each other
breaking me down
and putting the pieces back together
into what would someday be known as
soil
tiny
little
scavengers
making their way
up any hill they see
and finding before them
my dead body
they make of it what they can
and share their gift
with the world
fertilizer
YOU ARE READING
Book #2
PoetryThe old one is old and cringey. So I made a new one! I'm not a freakish middle school fangirl anymore, so you can read my ideas without internally dying! Now, it's meme time. // (mostly short stories and poetry, with a lil bit of meme-y stuff (idk)...
