logo

Breath & Shadow

A Journal of Disability Culture and Literature

Summer 2013

Volume 10 Issue 3

 

 
Breath & Shadow

Summer 2013

Volume 10 Issue 3





decomposition
By Milena Nast



a moss began to coat my throat

layers, layers, layers

of yellow needles

it grew out of my center

like a catching virus for trees

sprouts sent out tiny shoots of feeling

tendrils


collected on my chest

my shoulders

accepted the weight

of saplings


I did not protest becoming a forest

though I might have made

a better meadow

though I might have liked

to wear a river

across my hip like a sash

I let the canopy of leaves

cover my eyes like a veil


how many others have worn this forest

like a shabby fur coat?


how many other forests

have taken root

in the soul of a wanderer?


my blood slows like sap

when I am deep in dark mud

I worry the swamp

is inching toward my toes

vines and skunkweed

twining up my ankles


I am only ground

only grounded

only a passive gardener

allowing weeds in a turnip patch


my flesh feeds sanguine trees

maples nursing like thirsty giants

mushrooms pick at the cartilage

take it, take the sallow skin

I will not deny the worms

the soil takes me in with

sloppy embraces


so slowly, so slowly

I dissolve into

the earth


Milena Nast is a bipolar student at Georgetown University. Her work has appeared in Word Riot, Punchnel's, Marco Polo Arts Mag, NY underscore, The Millerton News and others.















All Material on this site: © 2012 Resources for Organizing and Social Change

This site created by Norman Meldrum, currently managed by Mike Reynolds, uppitycrip@gmail.com

Please contact breathandshadow@gmail.com with any questions or comments.