Soil

She nurtures her soil
with each tear, drop
of sweat and blood,
the vines grow,
as she longs to love,
thorns grow with
pain and fear,
break the skin
of those not delicate,
once dulled
by tender care,
her forbidden fruit
may be claimed.

Emily ©

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