Burial

Push me
To the ground.
Heave and spite.
Pull me closer to the ground.

The ground.
I need to feel the ground.
The mountain has no peaks.
Without the ground.

Make me change my mind.

My being.

Tell me this isn’t happening.

I’m turning my back.

So u should chop off my feet.
Let me stay.

Feel the ground.
I need to feel the ground.

Breathe in soil.
The clay that I’m made of.

~S.H.~