My Body is Soil

My body is made of soil,
loamy and rich - colorful and fragrant, 

a ground waiting to plant,
in a package of good intentions,

biting my lip when the tears come,
holding back the sobs in the dark, 

push them down and bury them,
fertilized with fears of what they will grow into. 






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