Weeds fester,
there’s no comfort in swallowing one whole.
The seeds infiltrate the body,
take up root in your best soil.
Pluck each one,
by one,
by one,
by one.
Trauma subsides and we bloom on.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Weeds fester,
there’s no comfort in swallowing one whole.
The seeds infiltrate the body,
take up root in your best soil.
Pluck each one,
by one,
by one,
by one.
Trauma subsides and we bloom on.