aubergine true
hidden in every other color
waiting
always missing the moon
the holyhats have skewed & skewed
while the earthenhand knew
i can only be damaged at the root
have been
and sent sickness to that tongue
still, full
oldborn with ever finer iterations
you'll be stunned
at the glow you'll get woven in around me
if you outlast the blade-toothed fear
& slow remember to trust what heals you
still, i'll keep growing until
a body calls me back thru to soil
blessing all who bear to witness
About the Creator
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