Upturned soil reveals the hidden
Depths of broken down flesh
The stem cast aside carelessly
Without prejudice to purpose
How forgetful I've become
I no longer flower, I wilt endlessly
In gardens of empty bottles
Where the alcohol remains festering in my tired veins
Where their memories fertilize
My struggling guilt, browned and bowed
Barely poking through the milky membrane of earth
-Her trembling body unable to cease
Its poking and prodding of revivification-
This is my empire of dirt
It reminds me of myself:
The way the wind and I use to dance
The way I dismantled the most beautiful of hearts
The way I found myself through the fog
The way I forgave myself
The way I found my love
In her
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