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Tree Mother
by Christina Sng

Here I sit,
Tree branches in my hair.

Yes, they’ve grown there,
Through my scalp

From my brain,
Stretching with a creak

As they reach their peak.
Sunlight only does so much.

I close my eyes as I focus,
Breathing deeply,

Touching my hands to the ground,
Feeling a rumble in my skull,

Pressing hard
Until the ground shakes,

Turning into an earthquake.
I aim the jagged crack

All the way to your house,
Right through the center,

A cut through its heart.
And now I stand up,

Walking to find you.
The branches on my head

Twist and creak,
Waiting in anticipation

For an infusion of blood.

Fiction © Copyright Christina Sng
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

More from Christina Sng:

A Collection of Nightmares

Hold your screams and enter a world of seasonal creatures, dreams of bones, and confessions modeled from open eyes and endless insomnia. Christina Sng’s A Collection of Nightmares is a poetic feast of sleeplessness and shadows, an exquisite exhibition of fear and things better left unsaid. Here are ramblings at the end of the world and a path that leads to a thousand paper cuts at the hands of a skin carver. There are crawlspace whispers, and fresh sheets gently washed with sacrifice and poison, and if you’re careful in this ghost month, these poems will call upon the succubus to tend to your flesh wounds and scars.
These nightmares are sweeping fantasies that electrocute the senses as much as they dull the ache of loneliness by showing you what’s hiding under your bed, in the back of your closet, and inside your head. Sng’s poems dissect and flower, her autopsies are delicate blooms dressed with blood and syntax. Her words are charcoal and cotton, safe yet dressed in an executioner’s garb.
Dream carefully.
You’ve already made your bed.
The nightmares you have now will not be kind.
And you have no one to blame but yourself.

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