Soul Soot Poetry

#poetry, #prose

you planted words in me

a great forest grew

an entire Teribethia

of hands and teeth

of want and need

an ugly autumn

drought stole beauty

from death

there was fever

i could not control

fire in love with leaf

burning books

inside of me


songs, words, trees


in flame

nothing too sacred

to save

and still there is pain

held in the scars

of once favorite things

i skinned the trees

you grew for me

and made this book

it has sap for blood

splinters for teeth

and a binding stronger

than backbone

able to carry the weight

of death

~A.M. Troester, A Teribethia of Teeth and Need (Soul Soot)

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