💻 codeNINA: 🌱 CC5 - Feral Things, Welcome
#ContentWarning: trauma recovery #ContentNote: themes of wildness + belonging #feralhealing The last kid through the gate didn’t have a name. Or maybe they had one once and buried it somewhere with their trust. They snarled when approached. Bit once. Ran twice.
🌱 THE COMPOST CHRONICLES
Patch’s Tales of Rot, Rage, and Radical Blooming
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#ContentWarning: trauma recovery #ContentNote: themes of wildness + belonging #feralhealing
The last kid through the gate didn’t have a name.
Or maybe they had one once and buried it somewhere with their trust.
They snarled when approached. Bit once. Ran twice.
They hoarded pebbles and spoons and stared like a cornered fox.
No grownup could reach them. Not with words. Not with rules.
So Patch didn’t try to tame.
They set a bowl of berries under the honeysuckle.
Left a blanket outside the compost bin.
Drew a sign that said:
“Feral Things, Welcome.”
Three days later, the kid built a nest in the rain barrel.
Didn’t speak. But didn’t run.
Other kids avoided them - uncertain, unnerved. Patch taught them:
“Some of us bloom by being held.
Some of us bloom by being left alone long enough to trust again.”
Slowly, the feral kid joined the garden - not like a student, but like a wild seed.
They learned what plants could be eaten.
They learned what sticks made good fort walls.
They taught a squirrel to sit on their knee.
They never used a name. But when they touched soil, it felt like coming home.
“Everything that grows here belongs here,” Patch said.
“Even you.”
On the rain barrel, the kid scratched three words with a twig:
#ResistanceIsFertile.
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