Work Text:
White, yellow, red, and purple
On an emerald blanket of grass-disperpled.
Twisting, turning.
A gift to create
Becomes something so awfully gut-churning.
Wood shoots from the ground,
Sealed is your fate.
a re-attempt at writing a mokuton/tenzo vibey poem. enjoy!
(See the end of the work for notes.)
White, yellow, red, and purple
On an emerald blanket of grass-disperpled.
Twisting, turning.
A gift to create
Becomes something so awfully gut-churning.
Wood shoots from the ground,
Sealed is your fate.
feedback is appreciated :)