A Soul Escaping the Soil

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A Soul Escaping the Soil

I’m not the little girl I once knew.
My womanhood blooming like compost:
Roses growing from my cheeks.
My hands pushing up daisies.

I was always a quiet woman.
That stone speaks louder than I ever did,
Announcing my name and age
To every eye that passes by.

I’m not the same woman anymore.
My neighborhood hovering over hers.
She pulls at me, though, as if I still had heartstrings.
I left her slowly, the bird accustomed to its cage.

My skin of light is not hers now.
She lies stone still in her motion of decomposing.