fear is a tiny seed planted in my lower belly. my thoughts fuel the seed to sprout with gentle ease. its roots are finally free, wrapping around my feet, never letting me flee. it grows into a nimble tree whose branches strangle me. the tree wears prickly leaves that sting my aching body until my eyes succumb to sleep.
I revised one of my poems, and I really like how it turned out! I think I'll revise more of my poems and create a revision collection.