In Bloom

Flash fiction from writing prompt.

Struggling, pushing through this substrate.

Absorbing and expanding.

Extracting the essence of death and decomposition around me; exchanging the surrounding decay, creating fresh cells, fibres and tissue.

Stretching, extending, forcing, reaching.

The venture, my only enterprise – I endeavour to taste the venerated salvation in escaping this tomb.

Rupturing the surface, I feel warmth, sensing the colour and dimensions of my surroundings.

My roots reach out around me, penetrating the soil and drawing up the potential from the foundations that keep me.

I stretch and grow, bathing in glorious radiation.

Reaching my full potential; I rupture, blossoming... in bloom.