[89] Put Down Your Roots (Poetry)

I saw

your eyes

grow wide

in rage

your hands

becoming

dangerous things

a gun

to your temple

prepared to desecrate

You hit instead

of shoot

a trail of

blood

drips down

Like black roots

Pooling in the

ground

and then it is

his arm

welling with crimson

machete in

his hands

and I am a

girl again

breathing in

violence

through snot and tears

but the roots have

taken hold

Like fingers

painted red

and my eyes

grow wide

in fear

holding

the gun now to

my head

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