She struggled to keep it
leaking from her hands
tiny drops
pooling in the creases
dripping over her palms
running to meet the ground,
and there
it was gone.
Erased and confused with the rain,
and the rich black mud.
Fertility
in a viscous pile of her thoughts
in the seed that fell hours before
in the seductive cool puddle in the dirt
She could still taste it.
Her life had been wasted for this moment.
Bitter smells of nitrogen life
Violation
Sweet wifs of decay
Harmony
The rain
enhanced and corrupted for her somehow now.
All of it was
Tainted
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