Wastewater Treatment Plant by Frizzy J

FrizzyJ

Jan 31, 20231 min read

Roots dig into the wasted woman

Her years have turned her sour

Stems curl up her body, vines restrict her

Roots take hold

Wasted years, wasted water

Wasted tears, behold

What seeds we sow

In midnight’s tow

When hurt is all we have

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