Did I deserve this?
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Spooky Self-Portrait for Mab's Drawlloween club day one. Gouache on paper, 6 x 8"
the house plants. 08/26. S.R.
napowrimo day 26 using @mercuriian's prompts (x): a poem about a plant
transcript under the cut:-
I collect them like seashells. A few of them are seeds hiding between the muddy soil which find a home in my nails when I bring them in. I hope to mould myself the way I did to the soil in the pots, some which escaped from a lover's quarrel thrown onto the streets. The leaves lie down on my porch like the ladies from a renaissance painting, their eyes on me and their right hands supporting their heads. I begin to mould myself like a plant. When I forget to water myself, my plants dry, I forget to tend to my roots and they wail. I am buried and I feel at home. Winds blow in and my frozen carcass is found at their feet. I bloom every year, as someone new over and over again. Burying is an eternal cycle. They thrive at the farthest corner of the house with a light in it. I think I'll give them enough love to make them survive.
— S.R.
“I just want to be with someone who doesn’t disappear when love gets tough.”
— j. iron word
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wow, she remembered about Inktober……… I'm a little late with posting, but oh well day 1. Dream
“My language crawls on the edge of an abyss”
— Adonis, Selected Poems, tr. by Khaled Mattawa
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