womb capable of life
and devastation.
Unparalleled in fidelity,
majesty, and
fragility;
Skin streaked with
irreparable scars, bloated
by the expanse of
endless sea,
throat coarse, dry,
and searing:
Eternally
persevering.
Heart rushing,
bursting; from this
sprout trees and flowers,
their roots only growing
with intensity as this love
blossoms and invites.
It’s a spectacular display
masking the
pain she hides inside.
“The climate has
always changed.”
Plastic straw
obsessions - their myopic ideals,
delusions - claim them,
but the temperature only
continues to rise.
She perpetually
averts her eyes as
she supports
her own demise.