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you're in the final rest before the ground swallows you back whole, in pieces stacked on top of yourself, you, a huddle as dense as your bones are hollow a refuge for bugs that fear the light a lesson for curious hands weeds inter-stitch between the tiny gaps that you allow they may be the last life you care to pierce your skin and the next life that proudly takes over you, you cannot give without also being taken your final rest, so sure and surely uncertain it is yours, before the bugs come to feast for the last time yours, before the curious hands set you ablaze to help them see better at night it is yours, as it is a space that you occupy
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May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 6:49 PM UTC
yours, pile of dead wood
you're in the final rest before the ground swallows you back whole, in pieces stacked on top of yourself, you, a huddle as dense as your bones are hollow a refuge for bugs that fear the light a lesson for curious hands weeds inter-stitch between the tiny gaps that you allow they may be the last life you care to pierce your skin and the next life that proudly takes over you, you cannot give without also being taken your final rest, so sure and surely uncertain it is yours, before the bugs come to feast for the last time yours, before the curious hands set you ablaze to help them see better at night it is yours, as it is a space that you occupy
#nature#cycleoflife#death#grief
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averqe
23/F/UK
May 16, 2021
May 16, 2021 at 6:49 PM UTC
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