CRY

MY ROOT.
DEEP GREEN MARROW, SURROUNDED BY CAKEY EARTH, DARK AND CEMENTED.
I HEAR VOICES, DO YOU HEAR, YOU HEAR ME.
MOUTHS LUNGE OPEN, AGAPE WITH PURPLE AND ORANGE TONGUES, HOT BREATH
ON MY CHEEKS.
SWEET IS THE HEAT BEHIND MY LANGUID EYES THAT TEARS ROLL FROM,
BROKEN FROM THE LEVEE.