She would like to skim under the surface of the soil, pecking out the seeds, kissing them in til her lips are brown.

She would like to dissolve, to suspend above everything, to cry down into the dirt, to make it hurt.

She would like to explode into fire, higher.

And then to see the green fingers to push through.

To see the kaleidoscopicĀ carpet in bloom.

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