A Lower God's Death

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.