in my dreams, trees crawl over my body.
vines wrapping around my bones,
leaves engulfing me, eating my hair and finger nails.
there are a million holes in me.
plants move towards water,
so it was no surprise that these (and a forest more),
after my stomach has been cut open,
have chosen me as their source of food.
they know that the lake is near,
but they can also smell the ocean in my lungs.
1 comment:
Give the brown one back :@!
<3
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