Blood Root

Blood blossoms burst
forth in war zones
as roots stretch deep.
I feel them when we fight
and I want to burn your tongue
black with hot rock
rather than hear
words opposing mine;
engorged roots strike through limbs -
my hand, your face.

Thank you to the editors of Hard Love for first publishing this poem.

By Elizabeth

elizabethweaver.wordpress.com

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