i would beg the earth for a new
heart
if i thought i could be
good to it-
but i'm bad with
careful, living things
I would beg the trees to take me
back
bury in bark and
heady roots
all my shaking breaths
and my ugly dead organs
(is this how i'm supposed to be?)
i'd beg
for a new heart
so this old one could stop
haunting my chest
cavity
but i've been hung up
on old things
and my old heart still beats
a startling tempo
and i don't think
i could keep a new one alive
long enough to make anything
of it
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Dysphoria
Poetry"I dreamt I grew roots and sunk into deep earth, Where mud became my skin and dampened grains freckled my surface, I opened my mouth wide for the sprouting branches Leaf-speckled limbs And sunflowers blossomed from my eyes, Sunlight bled in waves, w...
