Basement Gardens

Burning Crow

Her face smells like rain, musty tar seeping from her pores, she laughs in the basement trying not regurgitate, she plugs her hollow spine into the veins of the concrete floor, her smile of a static storm lights up and the bewildered rats begin a convulsing dance,

Her body begins to flourish as the weeds begin to piece through her skin from the inside out, her haunting song echoes around the basement walls As the nettles rapped around her vocal chords and begin to slither out of her mouth,

she continues her transition into her botanic cocoon, the rats urinate as they Awaken from their seizure like state, she is now barely visible as the weeds and thorns finally slither out of her nose and ears, she will be eventually reborn in later tears

  • Author: Burning Crow (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 13th, 2021 07:33
  • Category: Surrealist
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Comments2

  • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

    Is there a deeper meaning behind it ? It sounds so very dark..,

  • Burning Crow

    Tbh I wrote this over a year ago I can't fully remember the motivation behind it if I'm honest



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