hiding from the sky/
sending my leaf minions out to spy/
so when you look at me/
remember I am not visible to the eye/
all you see but green vein vines and red roses/
red roses growing thorns like sharp acrylic nails/
twisting into sign language only I know/
and when you dig me up/
remember I can only last so long/
/
/unearthed.
--Mayaprimavera F., Adult