I have planted seeds in your ribs,
Which will clog up your lungs.
And promise you beauty.

But please remember this;

You have to water them yourself.

You have to rip apart your chest


And water them yourself.

Because no one other than you, my love,

Can make you into the forest you are.

Dark, shaded, and wooden;

With your hands, you breed

Your own species of animal

In the blood that runs in your veins.

In the atoms that make up

The strands of your hair,

And in your eyes are towering tides,

Running and running,

To meet your heart’s shore.



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