damp soil, from my head
on my pillow, in my bed
gritty vines crawl down my leg
and I sleep in the daytime.
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pesticide my insides
legs and wings and bile thrive
crocodiles swim, they won’t bite
as long as I keep them fed.
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snake coiled, rats to eat
underwater, can I breathe?
folded origami sea
and I can’t make soil from mud.
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stone warships, built to flood
sleep now siren, in my blood
vixen tallied, those succumbed
and I daydream as they feed.
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Really great poem, Ryo 🙂 I dig the style and rhyme scheme here. Great stuff!
Thank you so much! 🙂
Nicely worded. Flows easily as it is read.
I’m glad to hear that, thank you for reading! 🙂