i lie
on the forest floor
lace underthings
fingertips grown green
as i sink into the world
curls interlock with vines
tears fertilize the soil
the pricking of the thorns
blood fertilized the soil
eye cried out brown
then bright
then white
the irises are gone.
—𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈
