Life, a continuation

It started as a seed

doesn’t everything?

it burrowed under my skin
taking me over
the roots fill
every one of
my veins and arteries

stealing my blood

now I have
flowers in my mouth
tree rings in my brain
branches exploding from my chest

what am I holding in my hands?
my eyes hold leaves

I can’t find myself anymore
buried in the earth
Does this belong to me?
Or am I nature’s possession?

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