fungal
i believe you.
slender fingers twirl like batons
as you tell stories
of places and people i could barely dream.
every word more important than the last
i crack
you bewilder me.
you move on ice, skating town to town,
i’ve met my match and still can’t melt you.
but water trickles down into dirt,
slowly becomes me
i crumble
belly up, i wither.
fingers like leeches tell stories
of mud and of currents that drag me
to the wrong place every time
i collapse
parasitic, you feed.
down in the dirt and
among my own decay,
i am complete.
Nice poem.
And a powerful theme.
made some slight changes to reflect the theme better…
I really like the first and third stanzas, they allude to destruction but doesn’t get too heavy handed. It makes me want to know just a little more about why this relationship has not gone well.