Roots of Things

Melissa Woods

yoked together, intertwined
we were
pulled by an intangible energy

they say energy cannot be created or destroyed
                                                                 it only changes form

love is never gentle
you trudged and then tiptoed
along my eggshell tile.
and sweet blood dripped from your feet…

that caustic scent,
sickly sweet

naked branches of us
crack in many layers deep
the roots of things of
all the things.



Melissa Woods is a writer who lives in Boise, ID with her six kids, husband and a full time schedule at Boise State University. Her most recent publication, “Feeding Piper,” can be found in Memoir Magazine.