legs roots sinking into the ground digging digging for soil
something sweet to drink eat wet sometimes you're
starving carving their sins into your bark
feet gnarled from reaching reaching toes curled under
hiding from the freeze
palms pink stamp lines like rings writing a story
a tell a tale an ache
just how long has it been since
someone split you open to see
all the rot inside
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