I was a baby who’s sparkling spit
leaked out of little lips that lead to a throat filled with:
poems and organs.
Little lungs that breathed
I got older and my heart exploded
from all the pretty things I saw when your eyelids would lift:
grass and diamonds,
tongues tracing body seams,
I want to keep your soft mouth so wet.
With help from heavy rocks that I place inside my dress,
I will sink beneath the waves in your chest.
I will get to the start
of your heart.
Anthropomorphism which is the recognition of human-like characteristics or form in animals, plants or non-living things. This tree, which can be found in the Outer Banks of North Carolina, has roots which have taken a human-like form.
North Carolina, you have everything.
(Source: unexplained-events, via iv-xxxiii)
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