Farming Character

Our yesterdays linger on the back of my tongue

He’s locked the door again

No one is allowed in but him

And his music and his revenge that sits between his back teeth

I say I don’t feel safe

And I’m sad and I’m scared

But those words fall to the wayside

And so yesterday returns

That stuck feeling

That threatening feeling

My tongue itches so I bite it

And I bite me

And I bite him

A marked beast ready for slaughter

Oh heavens above, am I lost in the wind?

“No,

You are anchored deep in the richness of the earth

Full of flavor

Some seeds fall to wayside

Others are taking root

To return hundredfold, sixty, thirty

-Saschia

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