Gravedirt.
A poem about survival, resilience and the possibility of growing into something better.
Decomposing and still
Allowing the maggots to eat away
At everything that's left
wouldn't that mean that you win
And I become one with the ground
But what you don't know is
I can grow into something better
Make something of the gravedirt
Trapped under my fingernail
I'll claw 6ft high dirt walls
And walk the earth as I bloom
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Pixie, 32, began writing poetry in 2020 to help express their mental health struggles and make others feel less alone.
ABOUT THE WORKThis poem was inspired by the resilience of Women and Femmes across the world who still persevere after sexual trauma and empower others with their strength.
Originally featured in PUBLIC NUISANCE. Issue 001 / IMPERFECTION.
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