It began as pesky sores, ones she
brushed aside
until they spread,
becoming rooted
and polluted.
She can no longer deny her
suffering.
Blood surges and billows from her
wounds,
coagulating into a slick
blackness.
A toxic mixture oozes over skin, wings,
and fins.
The venom chokes them, muffles
their wails and
rapes them of breathe.
Her tears mix with the congealed
blood and stain the shores.
Her reflection in the light of the
moon reveals a distortion.
She has lost her luscious forests.
She has been shaved and razed into
stubble of dry pricks and
concrete has been poured into the
slashes.
Her crops yield poison, if they
offer harvest at all.
She is melting in the excruciating
heat.
The nausea is overwhelming.
She coughs phlegm of lava and it
drips over the rocks,
and black clouds rise as waters
swell and simmer.
She cannot balance upon withering
lotus petals
and carry forth the charade of
forgiveness.
Her eyes flash brightly. She
sweeps her hair back.
It flutters in the wind, leaving
streaks across the sky.
Her bindiya glows red
as she calls the planets.
She raises her hands to receive
Wind, Sun, Fire, Water, and
Heavens.
She tugs the clouds and winds to
her chest
knowing they will help her.
She churns the waters so the
poisons rise to the top,
separating from the nectar of
life.
The oceans are whipped into a
cooling froth.
She stretches and shrugs her
boulders,
shifts some plates and tilts the
axis to alleviate the throbs.
She pulls down the energy of the
universe and
A sudden
stillness
descends.
She steps off the lotus
to birth a new life.
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