Here I hide, underneath
dirt fertilized and doused
in water. I am still a seed,
staring up at the surface
from my indent.
"Grow," she urges, wiping
muddy and tattered gloves
across her face.
Sprigs of morning glory
poke out of the ground
beside me, obedient
and green. They
chant with her,
"grow!" Ignorant, happy.
But I am not ready.
Soon their flowers will blossom
bluer than the speckled bird
shrilly chirping from her
tree branch, squeaking
orders like a freckle-feathered
drill sergeant. The taller we
grow, the fatter the worms
she can harvest for her babies.
We are surrounded by thirsty
weeds and hungry beetles, stomachs
rumbling at the thought of our
pretty, defenseless petals.
Our purpose is to feed
every creature around us,
our meals secondhand
flavor for our predators.
I will not beg to be devoured.
I will sit in my pit and root
for my friends. I will shut
my mouth to the water that will
drown me. I will burrow in the
earth and wither and wait
for winter to take me while I sleep.
About the Creator
Kye Earley
I'm a 23 year old creative. I write, act, make youtube videos (search CoffeeCat, you'll find me!). I also really really love cats. I do magic and tarot, so those themes sometimes slip into my work. Oh, and I'm secretly a mermaid.
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