Eccentric Flower:199807/the green bed

thirty july ninety eight ten a m

the green bed

My skin grows paler while I sleep

Every morning there must come a moment
When I pull back the outer leaves
I look down at my white bark
I creak, slow, graceful,
uprooting
myself to the ground below
I am lovely and frightening

Later the blood pumps
And I am only human.

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