"beechtree" poems
I have a splinter in my heart
right in the middle point between the left atrium and the right ventricle.
A little husk of a beechtree seed
landed on the fragment of wood that now lives within me
and it cannot be removed or I will bleed all over and dry out.
It’s putting down roots on my cardial muscle tissue
one day it will break free, reaching for the stars.
Jul 24, 2016
Jul 24, 2016 at 7:29 AM UTC