First
my neckbones decayed
from lack of use
but I didn’t mind
if my head could lay
blissfully in your lap
forever
Then
you melted away
leaving my mind
to rot in mud
squishy
like the texture
of dependence
Now
I will grow new bones
in a garden long neglected
teeming with life
just waiting for light
once buried
out of fear
I might **** it
Overtime
I will bloom
with a new sense of self
aware
of my prolific potential
with head held high
by homegrown bones
I will never let die again
Nov 22, 2019
Nov 22, 2019 at 2:34 AM UTC
First
my neckbones decayed
from lack of use
but I didn’t mind
if my head could lay
blissfully in your lap
forever
Then
you melted away
leaving my mind
to rot in mud
squishy
like the texture
of dependence
Now
I will grow new bones
in a garden long neglected
teeming with life
just waiting for light
once buried
out of fear
I might **** it
Overtime
I will bloom
with a new sense of self
aware
of my prolific potential
with head held high
by homegrown bones
I will never let die again