Diary of a Seed
erzulie i am the waterfall chased by rivers and lakes i am a well filled with clear poison i am the step you weren’t warned to mind i am the cold sweet not made for cones i am a story written with what looks like pencil and paper but is really engraved in stone i must be after all all the things in the eye of my beholders there must be a drought in me but they leave with dry brittle hands holding fresh flowers for me to keep in fact they don’t ever leave that flaw could be theirs or mine drugs can kill you fast or slow stuck either way in the grip of time blocking your blessings is looking at a mirror and choosing to see a curse the true ones are those past mistakes we can’t reverse i would show you how to break it but i’d have to teach you the spells i could give you the ingredients show you how to make it but you can tell the love is missing from how it smells i am the waterfalls they warned you not to chase you took brave steps toward a forbidden feast and found your undoing in the taste 125
