When my feet touched dark soil,

flowers sprang up. 

Why does the sight 

of meadowsweet

make me sad?

It reminds me of who I once was. 

The power I had, 

under the face of the sun. 

When I fell, I did not fall alone,

now I suffer in the dark, 

my sadness, a bitter fruit,

lodged in my throat. 


Jessica Drake-Thomas is a poet, fiction writer, book reviewer, and PhD student. She’s the author of Burials, a gothic horror poetry collection. 

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