in this human plant *** i sit withering away bit by bit no sunlight here nor in far sight with such little to my delight
hindered from growth filled with self-loathe to who do I call to bring forth rainfall?
drop by drop I float atop this human plant *** encasing its crop I'm drowning amidst what feels to be a drought of meaningful moments of what I'm without
the *** is now all that remains in telling a story of one's only gain in consuming more than is required in losing yourself to desire.