So, today’s poem. The context you need is Abby Schleifer who is crushing it daily with her paint-chip poems. I took the breadcrumbs and made this..

I am a deep dark wood

a thing covered in nettles

or endless dandelions

that choke out the beauty

i ache to be

let Neptune have

the bones of my old

life and let me emerge

from nightmares to be

something new, a moon

that regains its fulsome glow

or a mossy cavern for you

to slip inside and see

me for who I am

if not who i ache

to be.