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Feb 2019
My bare feet walk through the dead garden, thorns ***** my calloused feet and blood begins to seep into the soil beneath me.
I fall to my knees, my palms hit the ****** soil.
My nails dig into the ground, turning black.
I look up into the sky looking for answers, I scream into the stars but they only seem to stay quite.
I hear coyotes howling for each other, the crickets dancing to there own music.
I lay down, embracing the throbbing in my feet.
Im done, I wish to fall deep into the soil.
For roots to spring out of my toes and cling to the earth.
My eyes be glued shut from the minerals enriched in the soil.
For my body to rise above the ground as a beautiful flower, beautiful colors shining out of me.
I wish for people to walk by and smile as I flourish in beauty.
I wish...
sometimes I wish I could be reborn, have a new story
Written by
Roz
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