May 25, 2023 brittfasano creative, Poetry Death by Seedling I feel excavated. Like a buoyant log atop a sea stampede, shafted from the earth and cursed by the sun to bleach.Spread the ideas:Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...