you have planted a seed in my chest. so small and insignificant that I can't even feel it. my tears make the seed grow. over many years the seed plants roots in my heart chambers. branches grow out from the trunk, wraps themselves around my ribs and puncture holes in my lungs. leaves float around in my bloodstream. a majestic tree grows out of my body's inner chambers and crushes my anatomy. at last, I'm left as nothing but one of nature's wonders, and even if I tried to cut down the tree and turn it into firewood, the roots would still be fastened firmly.
YOU ARE READING
The coldness of emotions
Poesiaa book with all of my texts combined. wide variation in themes, but unique meanings behind all. cover isn't made or owned by me.
