Pieces Of Us:

The flowers are all dead,

dying

wilting

weeping

fading.

Animals are disappearing,

slaughtered

hunted

used up until there are no more to use.

Oceans are polluted, taken for granted

and treated as if they don't sustain survival.

And we, as humans, are the only ones to blame.

Selfish. It must run in our blood, buried deep within our DNA.

Rooted in evil, most minds are warped; unable to comprehend emotion, obvious distaste for anything resembling affection.

I've always known that I don't belong here; are there others like me?

Do they feel the air growing heavy?

The shifting of energy in the stars, the atmosphere, it's mother nature herself; intervening.

Panic lives inside me permanently. It's made a special home inside my head, right behind my eyelids. I've made peace with it; welcomed it, warmly.

Darkness is comforting.

The thunder calms me, the lightning speaks to my soul; maybe that's why I always find myself running back to you.

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Our tongues used to keep each other company, now all I want is to see you rot beneath all of your misery. We had one hope left, but neither of us felt like moving. And somehow, even now, despite all the hatred and violence, we're drawn to one another. Like it's our fate to be destroyed beneath the weight of our love.

The weight of our lust. The weight of our lies.

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Humans are malicious. Foul intentions and worse agendas; we destroy our planet, the beautiful goddess that seeks to give us life and happiness, we spit in her face, repeatedly; and then we wonder why hurricanes wreck our shores, bury our homes, our children, our loved ones.

We do this to ourselves, so wrapped up in our own malice and greed, we stop focusing on what's important. We stop focusing on each other;

We're left alone, empty, bleeding and bruised. Trapped with nothing but our secrets and regrets. We can't live this way forever; there's no time left.

Fire.

Rush.

Run.

The burning sensation in the back of your throat, slowly creeping down your spine, tingling your clit before it makes its way to the soles of your feet...

Yes, that's the rush from polluting your veins with poison. It alters the very essence of your being, often making you lose who you are completely.

I barely fought those demons and won myself. And even now, something inside of me is missing.

Parts of me, pieces of who I was,

Vanished.

This anger lives here now, taking over my body. Only a small part of me still exists peacefully. And that part is fighting like hell:

CLAWING.

SCRATCHING.

SCREAMING.

Trying desperately to make her way to the surface.

But the malevolence drags me down; grips

my ankles pulling me under, under, under.

I sink.

And I pray that this beast doesn't engulf me.