eleven-minute poem,

this topic was chosen courtesy of Suzaaaay! (:

softly, slowly, subtly, veins and chloroplast falling apart
margin, petiole, edges and blades,
slicing through the blood-like air, dense and dark and neat and
running.
roots, tunnels to let free insecurities and tears and floodwater
trichomes to brush away, phyllosphere to house inside,
tendrils to extend and conquer and climb up these chilly wooden walls
of this chilly wooden house
where people inside are all chilly, wooden people.
they don't move, they don't cry, they don't extend;
but I need a place to move, to cry, to extend.
but I need a place to free insecurities and tears and floodwater,
so
save me a place
inside this collection of mesophyll and phloem.
save me a spot.