Abora

are you a tree?

9/18/19 11:48Pm

 

I went to kohl’s today and bought

myself a nice new skin suit

 

it’s a sheer black void

freezing to the touch

 

and i can feel it scrape my skull

when i stretch it over my head

 

the old rot falls away like mottled bark

on musty fallen timber

 

the spotted lanternfly is invasive

it wants to reproduce so much

that it kills trees to do it

there is nothing more vile

and truly small

than killing a tree

 

and yet i sit here and push the bellows

on the fire at the core

 

ask me if i’m a tree

“no,” as my canopy drops leaves,

“I put on this nice skin you see.”

 

when i wear my new skin suit

and none of the branches poke through

 

i could be like one of you

Comments1

  • Neville

    very interesting indeed....



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