motion. | completed

minus thirty-five

you saw me hiding in the
red gladiola and holly berries,
and i've never been one for
celebrations but every touch
is a firework under my skin.

i saw you through the leaves
surprised you saw the forest
for the trees and
i was just as green, but you must've
found that little spot of
d e c a y that made me a glowing
beacon to you.

i guess your healing just
rotted me in a different
way.