Ink on my arm exploding across my dry skin
Cells pre-aging hereditary.
Magnifying energies,
Coldness when my breath is still
The bark on the tree gets rigid and frozen.
Voided spells alter life,
Hands slide under the gap
Have centipedes been inside before?
Gripping as it holds onto itself,
It keeps attempting to grow.
Crack-back echos, naked the scream
Two pennies left at the roots
They kneel and dig fingers into the dirt
There's no way to push forward,
To force anything.
Stop blowing smoke in its face.