I lie in a field of rolling grass

Freckled with stones

Names

Days past

and present.

Freshly plucked flowers

Their sweet scent

Barely covering

The stench of their decay

I lie in a field of rolling grass

Dirt beneath my nails

In my hair

My mouth

I’ve stopped struggling now

I won’t be long

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