I Am Made Of Rotton Roots
I am made of rotten roots
flush with dead skeleton leaves
when touched, crumble
but moss grows on my rib-cage bones
and mold covers my heart
where there’s moisture
so something must live in me yet
Copyright © M. A. Ceilidh | Year Posted 2024
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