Author: Kaitlin Creeger

Save Me, Mother Nature

Mother nature will love me:
She will encapsulate my wrists in yellow weeds as I lay down to die
A beckoning of tender care
She does not care about the mighty blemishes on my pale round face, 
Or the unnatural curved spine in my back
Nor does she mind the tsunami rising inside of me, wanting to be heard
She will wrap her tender hands around my pink sponge of a brain 
And whisper: Welcome home, my child, as I close my soft blue eyes,
Taking in the nature of my ancestors.