Garden Bed
written by: Christine E. Ray
@Christabelle666
my ribs
a gilded cage
where seeds of both
my destruction
and salvation
embed themselves
my bloody fingers
a trowel
dig deep into soil
rich in irony and heme
where all things bloom
from the grotesque
to the exquisite
threatening to burst loose
hungry for the light
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