The Root that Took

I feel like a potato at the moment

Being peeled

Layer by layer

Skin first, feeding it’s way through the blade of the knife

Gentle hand, gliding it’s way around the exteriort

The skin

To the flesh

The white or grey

Bruises, wounds

Growths, fungi, mould underneath the skin

Amongst the raw white flesh

Wounds hidden away

Affecting the growth

Affects the flesh

Amongst the white

Peeling away

Getting to the centre

Getting to the root

It’s all connected to the root

The flesh, the fungi, the bruises, the mould,

The root

The root that sunk deep inside the core

The root that detaches easily

The root that has no connection

The root in which no protection against bacteria or attacks were given

The root that carried toxins from the soil

The root that damaged growth

The root of poison

The root that took

The root that sucked goodness for itself

The root that supplied shame, hurt, fear,

The root that neglected

The root that always took

The root that fucking took

The blade is cutting through, yet soft hands are gently remoulding the flesh

Loving and caring for the fungi, the bruises, the scars

Bringing life

Scraping off the root

Sinking the flesh into healthy soil again

Safety, love, connection, gentleness, kind.

Repairing from the root that took.