mud
july 17, 2022
a poem originally written using Sadness' magnet poetry page. it's no wonder that magnet poetry exists as this weird little genre. the restrictions imposed can absolutely inspire new ideas, and i like that Sadness' tool allows you to create new words if you find your poem going in a direction completely disallowed by what words are available.
in this one, i took inspiration from kink, trans embodiment, and revolution.
obediently I will cling to your shining boots
my body a barren plot
soaking wet when you stand atop me
when you dig your fingers deep
I am a garden for your seed
that will bear no fruit
yet our forest towers above
its canopy spreads
touching the sun
setting the country ablaze