Blossom and Bone

under the soil.

you lay under the soil surrounded by the sounds of insects moving and water soaking into the soil.

under the soil, there is a wooden box.

you lay in the wooden box with roses that once blossomed and bloomed, yet now lay in petrified pieces upon your chest.

under the soil alone

you remain perfect in your chest of what once bloomed so beautiful and bright.

under the soil your blossom and bone.

you remain silent and still as the stars and the moon sing their song to you.

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clarissawoodwrites

I spin words from a different space • music, the sea, and nature makes my words spin • ex-lawyer • I love turning ideas on their head •

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