Meliorate Me

Meliorate me:

.

Through seaweed brushing ankles,

condensation kissing hair,

and bulbs pushing out of dark dirt

to greet the sky.

.

Through the boiling heat cooking skin brown,

tears dripping through every pore,

and warmth sitting heavy on a heaving chest.

.

Through changing colors sweeping across sky,

deaths graceful mark a foreshadowing,

and a single chromatic word.

.

Through icy tendrils dripping on my head,

coldness dancing through the air,

and the sharp sense of frigidness.

Seasons of mother nature

whisper in my ear the secrets.

.

Touch upon my heart and begin it,

the stitching and sewing,

till Iโ€™m whole again.

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Meliorate me.

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