mortalsix

 Don't Let This Be What We Call Our World Roaring waterfalls Screaming Rivers Abandoned air Blind Oceans They're hurting and need our help To stay alive They showed us beauty They mothered us with resources How did we show our gratefulness? We murdered We abandoned And we left them in pain Is this how you treat a mother? Is this what you do to your friends? Is this what you would do to your home? Sparkling oceans Magnificent glaciers Crystal clear lakes Do you want to give this up? Would you bear the idea of losing it? Are you going to turn a colorful world to a grey hell hole? Flooded cities Polluted oceans Murdered a

My body is dirtied with sweat, tea, and infliction. I have gratitude for the sweat and tea. They are evidence of the battles that unsettle me with cold fire emptying my imbodiment. I look down as more tea drips. Instead of absterging it I feel pleasure as the warmth seeps through the plaid cloth to the skin that craves heat, even though it already posseses the burning battles that chill and freeze me. I release my neck to feel a chafed pain. This pain is welcome for I would much rather have this than screaming spazms.