A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth
Snap Trap
Spring the trap with a touch of your finger
Flowers bursting into
Every fertile place
The seed of envy, the seed of beginnings
Light of the wild, green, estranged and entangled
If weeds had souls, we would still pluck them, but we’d ascribe them negative personality traits
Baby, you’re a tangle of thorns I like falling into
Breaker of soft hearts
Destined for the arrival of flowers, fruits, and pollens beyond measure like
A powdery yellow sea
God and devils, I am
Always at the root of the problem
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