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The pods are in the ground glowing but as they stay buried and hidden  forming   into shapes that few eyes dig up to see. .eyes Never see a secret growing underneath me, they just pass over undoubtful twittle diddle thumbing along the way.Underneath and in the roots of the tree an emotion of  feeling inferior at nineteen. hating with fire this angry itch that you bring. I was in this pod, I was holding in these frustrations. I was once like the bud before spring waiting to burst open with a sticky sweet juice, that always draws the bees.Goodbye the old me, I know that im slowly forming into something new but so hindered with old memories that fight my wish for the calm. Under the ground it is dark, but I have the glow of my thinking tree.  A glow that replenishes the tiny hunger of my fingers. touching you and touching the clay oh touching you and smelling you, it opens my eyes to the tops of the branches that move in the wind. I loved you so much and I always will. But the demons and I we stay with our secrets underground, and well always hide that love with a glowing glimmer as i look up at the glowing tree. - Rachel M.

All images and art Copyright © 2003 Rachel Mottwiler