Get Your Premium Membership

Our Bodies Destroy

Veins like branches. Arteries. The spindles that bind and lace them. Optic nerves in my eyes that reflect The pattern of the leaves. Dissolving into my (open) pupil. I absorb into my tissue The grass’ dewy spit. It smothers my vision Green. Green. Green. It has pierced my heart And left me open. It pours out while they pour in Each beat matches the howl of the wind And as blood pumps, the leaves begin to fall.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things