Roots
i stop my reflection and watch
him lick the salt from my palms
he reaches for the heavens
as i chase him back to hell
from whence he came
"no tree, it is said, can grow to heaven unless its roots
reach down to hell."
“I have lost my dewdrops!” Cries the flower to the morning sky that has just lost all its stars... All bleeding stops eventually. I am but a collection of particles, atoms that chose to suffer in unison.
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