He pulled out the last of the roots
which had grown deep in city soil
Our house
no longer ours
My clothes 
draped on another woman’s body
My bed
now someone else’s mattress
He pulled the roots with such force
I could feel the pain
separating from the Earth
My muscles ached and my eyes winced
the last of fear dripped from my tear ducts
Carefully he gathered me in his hands
my roots tangled around me like a nest
placed me into a container 
with the other goods
Then we departed
destined for

By KM Sharp