Do you get better?

Yes, I grew tired

Tired of your healing words

The “time heals everything” crap

Or “it gets better”

But dear,

I’m bound by the tight grips of soil

Being wrapped up, held up, cooped up in the crevices of leaves

It’s a matter of time, yes,

Till it gets better

The time when its time, yes

To inhale toxic fumes from my car

The time when no ones home

where my soul finds a place to cease

Hear my healings words, yes

“Remember my corpse and repeat your time mantra”

Tell me

Within time

Do you get better?

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