shes in the dirt mouth gritty and knees bruised
even through the lashing she smiles up at the sky
“let it rain”, she embraces the cleanse
head tilted back, she takes in the scent
“there’s no air finer than that of the fog”
“no taste richer than a will renewed”
and so she laughs bloody and proud
spits on her past and all the broken roots
left there to rot along her decomposed heart
but she smiles on, she knows its not the end
shes in the dirt, mud, and pain infused
with a back that won’t break, a soul that will not die
“so bring on the flood”
pushing up, she wipes away the churned ground
“the rain feels paper thin,
like acid, it burns away my pride”


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