Poem: Cactus

cactus

The will to live

And the will to die

The will to create

And the will to destroy

Seem so closely related

That’s it’s impossible to uproot one

Without uprooting all the rest

I carry within me a womb

Filled with shotgun ammunition

And a bandolier

Of seeds to be sown

Your prickly cactus exterior

Only makes you more charming

But my thorns are on the inside

That’s where the bleeding happens

 

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