DEEPLY ROOTED,
2O21
The seed planted at my birth has grown roots so thick and wide that it cannot be pulled from the ground.
It has to be cut off instead.
I sink my teeth into the stem and taste the bitter poison.
I jerk my head once,
and I am free.
I walk away, feeling a strange sensation in my heart and realize that the venom has planted itself.
Will it be the death of me?