Quercus suber

harvested
earth
my beloved reaper

strip me of myself
my wails will beg
for your intent
as you flense
my soulful incarnation
fleshy and ripe

stochastic restraint cackles at
my attempt to heal
informed
one will survive
devastatingly naked
where there is space for all

for this she understands
and all is forgiven

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