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Sandspur stuck in skin pricks with such harshness
Land please take me as offering
Apology
Dissolve to sand
Little skeletons of the sea
Quench me
In dried up hope
Leathered complexion against searing sun
Freckles to dust
I wish to be consumed like compost
But shrivel as forgotten garden
Wilted and parched
I stand like the stalks
Of dead sunflowers
Shivering in the desert landscape
Desperately leeched of vitality
Alcohol to hydrate
His hands are New Mexico wind
Gusts force cracked lips to kiss rock
Spirit still lies motionless
Nothing grows from tears
Evaporates
Stolen land holds me as captive
Reflection of my own darkness
White girl repent
How could you ever be innocent?
My mother says:
I stay
because [I’m convinced]
I deserve
Punishment
Land please take me as offering
Apology
Dissolve to sand
Little skeletons of the sea
Quench me
In dried up hope
Leathered complexion against searing sun
Freckles to dust
I wish to be consumed like compost
But shrivel as forgotten garden
Wilted and parched
I stand like the stalks
Of dead sunflowers
Shivering in the desert landscape
Desperately leeched of vitality
Alcohol to hydrate
His hands are New Mexico wind
Gusts force cracked lips to kiss rock
Spirit still lies motionless
Nothing grows from tears
Evaporates
Stolen land holds me as captive
Reflection of my own darkness
White girl repent
How could you ever be innocent?
My mother says:
I stay
because [I’m convinced]
I deserve
Punishment
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Kristen is an explorer of the Earth, seeking meaning in the mundane and reflection through nature. She is a gardener of plants and of words. She wishes to shed light on the lessons the natural world has to offer towards our own human introspection. @deernotdear
