bone saw
trunk in the marrow
Everything you need is right here.
they tell me.
there is a tree
our veins sustain.
though i don’t know
what nutrients flow
in
sharp stares
raised voices
mismatched pairs
forced choices
slamming, pounding
pressure
pressure
pressure
deep
rooted.
---------------------------- s n m
h e u
o e s
u d t
l
d t be
o
be
be
acid.
blood infused.
but still, the tree
has grown.
very thick
and very tall.
the bark is hard and calloused.
if
if.
if you cut it-
DON’T.
the
stump
outstretches
its rings of age.
a ring is
a year that
was lived
The right way.
i see them.
You should.
i feel them.
these ribs
are bruised and
battered
But not broken.
How else would I be here?
. . mo m om,.
moth
my chest hurts.
the cavity is swelling like a throat with sorrow it can't scream
calcium and phosphate harbors the ache yours and mine and all of theirs all embedded you promised armor you told me this tree was strong. nerves. NERVES. nerves. i don't want these bones.
SSSHK.
ssshk.
ssshk.
ssshk.
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on cycles of generational trauma.inspired by Nimila the Inferno’s prompt, ///// THE CUT /////
thank you for hosting this and for tagging me! it’s an honor. ❤️🩹
i don’t write poems often, but i wanted to participate - this prompt was too good.
what does the cut evoke?
what does it change, reveal, hide, return?
where does it hurt?
why does it stay?
Gosh this was so damn good!! Absolutely loved every bit of it!!
I started reading without realizing it was inspired by THE CUT.
You have done an amazing job, the tree imagery speaks loud. Thank you so much for sharing, my dear 💖