Allergies

weeds always grew thick there
where puddles collected
from dirty rain  
drowning worms
between my toes
as I reflected
 
mud blanketed my innocence
my nakedness hidden in earth
silent screams seemed
just beneath the surface
 
trees forever crooked  
where you threw  
me against
the bark
 
bees buzzed  
there where the weeds grew
high and itched my ankles
yet I couldn’t help but cry too
in nowhere