escapril

growth/decay: tandem

i dug my own grave and slept in it last night
i wanted to see what the worms would do
if they'd recognized me as food
or simply find me a tiny sapling arrived too early for spring
i'd like to become the dirt that incubates the harvest
rather than a careless woman stealing wildflowers without mercy or thanks
hanging trophies on the wall of dead mother and her dead babes
do they bleed?
i'm never sure so i let her take me back into her crumbling womb
damp and quiet
a tomb to her sacrifices held deep in her gut
i guess we all keep lifeless things inside ourselves in the hopes that they'll wake up
we all shed until we're brand new
leaves and skin
watch the scaly things fill the pit
above and blanket me
petals petals
mummify
do you intend to swaddle me?
wasn't i just another child waiting to be loved by you?
harboring growing pains that marked a tired brain with a fascination for natural decay
but i only slept in the grave last night
i only slept

a/n: when mothers give birth they've created a life and they've created a death.