A tongue of an empty seed,
Sat in the corner of a house full of cracks,
Soon slept silently beneath the shadows,
Behind a pillar with pride that it holds.

After a pleasant dream breaks,
The sun's eyes came to wake,
Blinding the seed as its tail roots,
With its hands gripping through the wall's shoes.

Thorns began to loosen,
Inked with an ill rusty poison,
Cutting through the edgy lines,
From door to windows, it bites.

Home became a jar of a stray,
Barely stands as a mere clay,
Buds of smokes bloomed,
Leaving nothing but ripped petals in a gray room.

© MuyMuy

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