Poem #4: Dahlia

mollycatlos
Aug 15, 2021
1 min read

Updated: Jan 21, 2023

Deep in the earth I dig

With intent to bury

Old bones,

Dead cells.

It’s quiet underneath the dirt.

No sound

Just vibration.

Humid compost, disregarded nourishment

Suffocates from above.

Ugly garbage

Filthy dirt

Angry water

Raging sun

Months

abandoned.

Quiet, effervescent turmoil

When all hope is lost

Life explodes

Dazzling and exquisite

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