Sapling

Skyline wombs split open;
Umbilical cords sway like nooses.
Another fault is found.

I have not chosen another path;
Between blood and water,
washed down the gutter.

Glorious misconceptions,
abandoned intentions.
Intently conceived.

Mother Earth and Father Christmas;
Prioritized for sapling youth.
Enigmatic eyes open.

They see nothing at all.
Flashes and prints.
But there is nothing at all.

In neon-coated aspirations.
Our ideological afterbirth.
Cutting the ties that bind.

Flashing before youthful eyes,
they grow so tired,
they droop and weep.

Unfathomable apathy.
Made so weak,
so vulnerable.

As eyelashes scratch your iris,
it contracts.
Another flower hiding from predators.

Another beauty,
hiding from you.