I planted myself in sandy ground
so I bend,
loose and unsupported,
roots hanging like alien arms
that do not grow.
My stomach drops to my feet
as the sand begins to swallow me.

There is a war underground,
a battle for growth that I did not enlist in.
I fold into the sinkhole from which I emerged
and pray that my hollowness served a purpose
for worms and microscopic beasts.

I laid myself to rest in my own womb
and swore to god that I was never human,
animal, plant, or pest
to begin with.