
Pick me to the bone
Tear me clean
Rend me
to gristle
Unlace braids of flesh
and nerve—
shell me
for the rooks
Hear my blood seep
into roots
until they swell,
until they split,
until they bloom
into a beauty
I could never hold
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Poetry by me. It's about sacrificing everything that you are and dying before getting to see the difference you made.
I actually wrote this before I saw the YCH by the artist, so it's a wonderful coincidence that this piece happened to picture exactly what I imagined when writing the poem.
Category Poetry / Scenery
Species Marten
Size 2926 x 1259px
File Size 818.8 kB
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