Challenge
Write about what lies beneath the flesh and bone
we’ve all got gardens growing
beneath this barricade of broken bones
behind this shroud of scarred skin
stuffed inside organs
spilling out of arteries
there is a garden of wildflowers
watered by the tears I didn't cry
growing from the depths
of my undiscovered soul
housed by the greenhouse
of my abandoned lungs
there are vines overtaking my spine
I feel the itch of soil behind my eyes
and I know no one will see
the beauty within this skeleton
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