The special sound of “forgive me”
Reverberates through my marrow
As your voice rings in my hollow chest
I have learned to live in my half self
With my half life in between half worlds
I have seen the land above the seam
Light piercing through the holes in my head
The people - oh!
The people oblivious to the light that sways
Above the their own holy heads below
You have taken me to see the land
Beneath the seam - nocturnal animals
Peck at my arms and legs as oak trees
I am half flesh
Half bone
Leave me with only holes
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Uprooted
It feels as if my body is preparing itself for her arrival. Organs are being shifted to fit hers in the empty spaces. Bones are bending to make room for her joints. Limbs are thickening to hold up her own, like branches of a tree. I’m uprooting, so the crown of my head can reach the soles of her feet, so that she may stand upon my woody shoulders and slide herself in between the cracks and fissures of my bark, settling herself into my trunk. My body, a tree, is preparing itself for her arrival - an invasive species that of which I cannot deny.
By Remy Camacho5 years ago in Poets
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