Twist

And

I pull the roots out.
With a crack and a twist-
With a
Crack-
And a
Twist-
I turn back over myself.

I turn back over.

Deep,
So fucking deep
Am I,
In this established earth-
I am
Twisted.
I am
Mired.
In it.

I am the product of the years set in,
Your thoughts set in,
My needs set in-

Set.

Yes, I am the product.
I am the product
of this falsehood.
False-
And I must break free of it

I must
Break.

And

As I tire-
As my hands and fingers ache
From the effort of
Digging

my way

away

from you-

I rest my head upon my knees
Buckling-
Tuck into myself
Alone-

And wait.
Wait.

Catch my breath-
Wait.

Breathe...

And dig again.