NaPoWriMo VIII
This is the 9th’s entry, even though I am once again posting it after midnight. One day I will not sleep like a vampire, one day…
Internal demonic seeds
Planted long ago by someone other than me
Act like weeds
Pull them, spray them, trample them down
Cover them with a barricade
They come up through the cracks
Trying to dig them up,
Their root systems deep
Somehow, when pulling, pollen and seeds fall from their bloom
To return again in force
I need to plant a positive seed
That, when established, will choke out the weeds
Overtake the negative
Somehow reverse the norm
Of weeds killing
The seeds we would like to see grow
Perhaps the bullshit
That feeds the weeds
Will instead fertilize
The mighty oak of love.
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