Jack Pines

I dreamt a sapling was growing out of my back.

Down on the lower right side. I think was a jack pine. It looked like the scraggly trees that grew around the town I lived in as a kid. I pulled at it and it came loose easily, fragile roots trembled, exposed to the world, a trickle of fine sand and pebbles fell to the ground behind me.

In the mirror I could see the gaping hole it left. Thought about sticking my hand in there, but decided not to.

I suppose I was worried about what I might find.



Prompt courtesy of Write at the Merge


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