Our bodies destroy

Veins like branches. Arteries.

The spindles that bind and lace them.

Optic nerves in my eyes that reflect

The pattern of the leaves.

Dissolving into my open pupil.

I absorb into my tissue

The grass’ dewy spit.

It smothers my vision

Green. Green. Green.

It has pierced my heart

And left me open.

It pours out while they pour in

Each beat matches the howl of the wind

And as blood pumps, the leaves begin to fall.

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