Growing

We’ll never stop growing like a plant that won’t die,

with leaves coming out of our fingertips and roots that take over our limbs.

They weave into our skeleton,

as we sew ourselves into the dirt.

And yet, we can’t even see that we’ve grown until the flowers bloom out of our heads.

It’s so messy, so beautiful,

this growing.

 

 

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