Human Plant Poem by Cheryl Renaud

Human Plant



your idiosyncracies stick to my
side like a thorn till I'm sickly,
made of dark, so
Hide away in your authentic
farm of grand disease
Away
from the courtyard of
delicate people

it hurts to know- worse than death-
that you're human, too.

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