I am an overgrown forest.
People see me and they do not notice the ugly, viscous things
that lurk beneath the grass.
They do not notice the discreet tracks of blood, as soil soaks
up quickly.
They do not notice the corpse of my former self, hanging from
the tallest branch of the tallest tree.
I am an overgrown forest and people do not notice that flowers
bloom within my heart.