Challenge
Give me poetry or give me death!
Write a poem. Or, alternatively, write a piece about death. And, if you're feeling really motivated, give me both! Remember to tag me, or I might not see it :)
grass, roots, remains
into those woods, where branches
will intertwine with teeth and
tongue and limb and fingers
where i will become the dirt,
the grass, the roots and remains
into those cavernous welcoming
arms - to be held and seen and
remembered until i'm forgotten
underneath it all, the earth,
flesh melting from bone to
create the ground for you
into those woods, where the
stone will whisper my name
until it sounds like wind
whipping against your ears
into those woods, and below,
where i will become the dirt,
the grass, the roots and remains
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