Deep Rooted in Bold

She could swallow lightening,
But it would make her spew venom.
Garish and outlandish,
She sat quietly and settled for beige.
Eggshells and maybe moss.
For the times she spoke,
Which there were few,
her words had a count on them.
Only so many. You may only have so many.
The blood she carried was blinding with gold.
The soil in which her body was rooted,
Grew redwoods thicker than your arms could spread.
She climbed out one day to see the world.
Quickly, bills and duties and wants filled up her days.
Eyes filled with glare of work,
Mind resembling manufacturers how-to's.
The sense of mindless exploration soon got gobbled up with endless tasks of nothing fun.
Her days and months went quickly, though the time passed slowly.
Routine and the same meals.
Pepper was bold, and colour was rare. 
This is how she lived,
Which made her die.
The soil soon dried,
And trees spoiled. 
Infection they said.
From the inside out.

by Julia Bennet
Words In Motion 2014