Plant
There are things.
Things that can rip you open.
Things that can rip you open and plant seeds inside you.
Little growing seeds that feed off your good.
Little growing seeds that yearn for the warmth of you blood.
Little growing seeds that manifest darkness and wrath inside you.
In one moment.
One instant.
They can tear you apart.
And everything you even have known.
Love, Christ, family,
Will disintegrate beneath the burden of what you've seen.
The secrets that caress you late at night.
The secrets that hum you to sleep.
The secrets that keep you cold on summer nights.
Just shivering under you quilt.
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