Mother Killed Me

Staring into the straight lines of the plains,

I cut myself on the edge of my world.

Smiling as I release from my veins,

A red river now flows, blood looks impearled.

I’m sharpening the dulling horizon-

Sunrise and sunset have been void for days.

The colors in the sky won’t enliven,

But I can’t even see it anyways.

I suspend myself where the land meets air-

Gusts of wind pick up, a tornado forms.

It’s Eating up the ground until it’s bare.

I always liked getting caught in the storms.

Violent wind on the sun begins to race,

As the atmosphere grows severely thin.

A fire rain falls down from outer space,

I let these sunspots put holes in my skin.

The moon pulls, the ocean swells, waves collide-

Current’s pulling me out for miles and miles.

My lungs fill, drowning in the choppy tide.

It spits me out on deserted isles.

Cut from the jagged rocks of the jetty,

The water recedes; I cling to the shores.

The sun flare bakes; I’m dried up already.

All moisture evaporates out my pores.

Body is shriveling as I dehydrate.

Eventually the clouds above explode.

The birds know something, I see them migrate.

The rain falls, pressure in the sky unloads.

Thunder rattles me to my fragile core.

I’m grabbing the lightning out of the sky.

Electrocuted, my soul starts to soar.

I feel ecstasy as I start to die.

Carbons decomposing in my body.

My gift to mother earth for killing me-

Recycle molecules to where I came.

Mother put me out of my misery.

Perfect time before I went insane.