i can't say that i am trying
real hard
to not look past
the words you tried to shovel over
with even
more dry, grainy words
as if that would make this
blackened root
disappear.
it is still there
underneath all the
debris,
garbage,
rubbish
you carefully laid out over
the top.
you missed a spot.
you missed a spot.
and there it sits
quietly,
pulsing,
it will not be removed
unless we get our hands dirty
and are willing to
uncover,
expose,
address.
until then,
you can pretend
the soil is freshly turnt,
that your words will
yield new roses
but all i see
are
thorns.
2 comments:
I always try to become a secret agent to find out what happened
i feel as though i am becoming more of a double agent. i will try and refocus. thanks for processing with me.
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