green as your dollar
with your silver belted conquests
razed black at your altar
You want the whole world to be your bride
without ever having to play a groom
Don’t you know she’ll have you in her gritty arms one day,
that you will bear her earthy children
when from your corpse they bloom?
Even your legacy
does not belong to you.
I am working on my AAOT and hope to major in Anthropology. I believe in living fully, by the fire in my belly. I love nature, dance, and travel, but writing is truly where my passion lies. I tend towards prose mostly, recording little strands of consciousness as they happen. Sometimes I return to form them into poems or something more cohesive. One day when I’m ready, I’d love to have my collection published.