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Self Ecosystem

There's rot inside of me, my self contained system.

Green pus and mold, caked and flaked

Black tissue and yellow sinew, old joints and dust for bones.

My face is twisted beyond my comprehension, a stranger in my reflection.

The lake is dark and brackish, an endless black expanse with no bubbles to mar the surface.

Skin ripped to shreds and fed to the beasts below.

Birds and bats and bugs crawl and screech and writhe, pour out the sockets

The birds peck at glassy eyes and the bats scream in my voice

Bugs feast on the flesh.

Red and blood, rend the tissue.

Fire burns and blisters, boils and chars

A blackened husk left in the wake of the rain, cool and crips waters in rivulets of clear to blue

Black fades to grey and brown, cracked and dry mud and clay of my being.

My face is calm and still, the features worn and faded.

The lake is brown and low, reedy and muddy where it burns against the shore.

Birds and bats retreat to their nests, a great mass taking flight away from me

The bugs burrow in the dirt to sleep.

I am baptized by the fire, scorched in the blaze

I am reborn in the water, healed by the rain.

Green grows in flowers and moss, forget me nots for eyes.

The bird feathers grow, brown mottled down for feathers of all colors and sweet song

The bats hang from the branches of trees I have grown, fur so soft and light

Butterflies and spiders, dragonflies and salamanders among the flowers

Flowers burst from the ground, clay to fertile soil, birds of paradise and heliotrope.

The lake is blue and clear, fish ripple the surface while alligators lounge on the shore, shrimp and oysters in the reeds.

Cattails whistle with the wind, the flowers turn to the sun

The green of my face growing true, the sun in my leaves and branches

I nurture this system,

This ecosystem of me.