Probably not as funny as I think I am
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my roots stretch far out, not in; I’m more interested in travelling far.
By Chloë J.3 years ago in Poets
so much earth, between our two souls. and yet, I can still hear your heartbeat.
drowsy, lie on the burial mound. sun-drenched life atop earthen death.
ventured into the bowels of the earth; I lied, said “I’m not afraid.”
water in my eyes. it lives there, but it just won’t come out, release me
fingers trailing in the crystalline sea, floating- last time I felt peace.
should have cut the booze with more water; head and guts burned in fire rhythm.
river, wind through the plains, point the way home, to the liberty-filled sea.
cup of water, tilt head back, keep soap from eyes-for the first time, I yearned.
swim on wind currents, romp among star-speckled clouds- why return to earth?
didn’t know the air in my house was stale, until I ventured outside.
summer winds may have more joy, but winter winds have far better stories.
