Wednesday, April 10, 2013

seeds napowrimo #10


some seeds fall on the concrete.
spread roots through
the cracks, become weeds
even on the normal days.

i pulled the weeds from
my veins one day, watched
them sprout again the
next, the green hands
running along my skin.

i never realized the concrete
around my heart had never been
cracked so I took a jackhammer
to my chest, watched the rocks
jitterbug in the air as
i slowly got to the roots,
had to feel the pain for
i had been numb for too many
years. but not everyone
gives a fuck about the bones
we carry inside.



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