There’s a seed stuck in my throat

In the folds that create my words

I’ve tried to cough and gag and pry it out

But all I can do is choke

I think it will stay there

It likes the dark

And the wet

Maybe it will grow

Split open into something new

Maybe it will sprout so wide

My tongue will pop out

And as the leaves knock against my teeth

I will drink sugar water

For it to shoot up through my nose

So it will consume me

And we will become one

And all I will know

Is peace