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1 min readJun 11, 2017
this garden
(a response to “Image Prompt #15”)
ill seeds, surely
planted here
hidden within
though daily i search
tearing this soul
turning it,
raw, worm-ridden
stench rising
as i gag on the retch erupting
and still,
the night blooms
always the same
vining claws of mine
relentless, strangling me
into the dark dawn
This is a response to the Imagà Imaginings prompt “Image Prompt #15”, by Dewi
