Seed

When I breathe, will you swallow my air?
Make it into words for me, words I'm too afraid to speak.
Will you suck my marrow and grind your teeth on my bones.
I'm too afraid to bleed, bleed out of this thick layer of dry skin, flaky tough and chewy.
Devour me; regurgitate me into something new, something to be used.  
I am nothing with out you, nothing with you, nothing beautiful to you.
Will you open the walls of my mind, speak into these wormy lobes?
Give me knowledge that I cannot reach.
I open my mouth to speak.
My words, they are yours just stained with my stupidity.
I wish you were here to breathe for me.
For my lounges quiver and shake, my eyes blink slowly, and my lips move too quick.
Would your heart beet for me?
Mine is ripped, and leaking the last of my good will.
Will your stomach crave for me; I'm loosing the last of my hunger.
I'm empty but filled with apathy.
I no longer feel the motion of the organs inside me.
So here I lay, my body old, breaking, and decaying.
And here you stand, absorbing the sun, absorbing every word.
For my body is a waste so let it be waste.  
Will you bury me, so this shell can break down in the soil?
I'll inhale the dirt and become the dirt, so that something can grow from me, something can live of me.
Will you toil the ground where I lay?
The flowers will grow of me, be planted in me, and be a part of me.
I then will be beautiful to you, healing to you.
You can breathe the air I produce, so I no longer take the life from you.
Will you heal me, heal me so I can be used?

Author's Note

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