Soil
We rose from the same soil, you and I.I despise all that you are.Vicariously, through me, you climbed closer to the sun.You watched while I reached — thinner and thinner —burned at the edges as I leaned toward light.You became an observer; I became ash.
We tried to nurture the same ground and failed.Maybe it’s impossible to grow away from what you taught me,while they feed me with the very soil you once tried to bury me under.
