Simple Flora

Ancient art

Flowers for the words

Flowered words laid to rest

Poetry is suffering

Loose soil in my hands


Black absorbing red

Fingernails split

Worn til nothing’s left

I wonder where it leads, never looking up from the depths

I test them, discovering

Becoming roots

Consuming death

Head full of seeds, scattered to earth

Simple flora

Flowering words

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