A vestibule leading to no flowery garden

I will soon rot
and my insides shrivel
and turn to dust
a blotch
on humanity’s
grand ignoble
parasitic egoistic
quest to
Stay Alive.

Our dead babies dance headless in the dew.

Reminding us of what it means to be conscious
and here.

But not by right,
and not for ever.

© Gabriella Zoe Harris. All rights reserved.

Featured image: amazing display of Monstera deliciosa in Henri Matisse’s studio, Hotel Regina, Nice, 1948.



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