Broken, we lie

Broken, we lay
Limbs curled, twisting
Deep into the earth.

Frozen,
In one moment of grief,
Suffocating our lungs
With rust.

Ivy crawls
Over our sun bleached Bones.
Our scars, our sins
Bared naked, and beautiful.

We are real,
In this moment.
Bodies dissolving down
To compost.

Twist towards the sky,
Burrow deep into the soil.
We stretch and reach to
Heaven and Hell.

Oh, how beautiful
We are as broken
Beings.