I hear nothing when the soles of my shoes cover my feet.
Not the call of the earth,
as she speaks to me through the blades of her green teeth.
*
As she molds my broken image underneath me,
inviting beetles and ants to find warmth
in the print of my snaggy toenails and callous heels.
*
She dosen’t expect me to be pristine,
So I walk in the sun of the burning pavement
until my ankles lose their wings.
*
My love for her endless love for me will never cease.
She is the only one who excepts all of me
with no exception to my ragged dirty feet.
About the Creator
A.M
Author and Illustrator
*Divine Timing poetry book now available on Amazon and Bookshop on Bookbaby
A lover of mythology, folk, and fairy tales
IG: @a.martworktime
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