Fingertips split,
sprout tender
green shoots
left unkindled.
Toes lengthen,
grow scaly bark,
rooting into earth
like serpentine
tubers while tendrils
of wind-whipped hair
ascend skyward to
twine about the points
of the new horned moon.
Shadows & Dust [poetry]
By Mizzieshizznell
Most of my poetry is autobiographical. I write about living with bipolar disorder, dating, single parenting... More