I plant seeds in the gashes my claws leave In your skin I plant seeds where air sees Me plant seeds in the blood you conceive In your leaving you breathe as you retrieve Strength, like ossuary waters I plant seeds in the current that your life bleeds
That your life stops. You, Stirring in ossuary waters struggling under
I wonder where the seeds will eventually breathe In your skin I command they one day eat Away at your life sustaining stream In your battered keep of holes where seeps Strength, like ossuary waters I plant seeds in the current where your life leaves
from april 3, 2022 poem from the past a day #39 poem from anger? my feelings of anger and the content of the words are slightly incongruent, but it's written frantically and obtusely so i was feeling some kind of way. began from a metroid prime playthrough "The Hatchling walks among us. Are these dreams? Memories? Foretellings? Time and reality swirl together like estuary waters, and we Chozo know not what to believe."