I lay my head down
Take a deep breath
filled with grass and dead leaves,
and let the earth have me.
The plants are kinder
than the people who trample them.
The dirt is sturdier
than the shoulders I have leaned on.
The flowers are more beautiful
than the mirrors I look on.
I let these grow inside of me.
Vines twisting with veins,
seeds blooming from my eyes,
my tongue, my fingertips.
Until there is nothing left.