it all ends with dirt you know
we all know it ends with dirt
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
euphemisms brush off the imagery
of rotting flesh
we all die you know
we all know
it all ends with dirt
the dirt collects on my knees
as i kneel in prayer
i can feel her there
in the crevices of my skin tears
i feel her healing me
once again
i gather the soil in my hands
feeling its warmth
as it spreads itself on my skin
i gently raise it to my face
and muffle my silent screams
i sat alone with the silence
of the trees
whispering to me,
“my darling,
your soul is beautiful today”
and i feel the dirt
move its way up my legs
healing the parts of me
deemed impure
she holds my hand
covering the scars of inflictions
whispering,
“i am so sorry this happened to you”
the water flowing from my eyes
nourishes the greenery that surrounds me
and we feel ourselves grow
feeling the ground
grounding down
the dirt meets the spirit
resting on the surface
of my flesh
i feel the last breath
leave the trappings of trauma
and the pain begins to rot
creating a new place
for dirt to birth art
and i am alive
and i remind myself
that i am dirt
it all ends with dirt you know