Her

Shifting.
The grinding movements of tectonic plates.
Behind the ice that lines the valley floor,
Shines the bright luminescent light of naked truth.
Glowing warmth of meaning and rationality.
But it's too thick.
Meaning is lost.
Young flowers full of hope,
Breaking through the frozen ground.
Why do you wish to trample on them?
They are all I have.
Words of love, uttered, remain unheard.
Words of resentment wailed,
Heating the surface of the ice until it thaws.
But this only deforms the surface of truth,
Instead of setting it free.
Bitter taste left in your mouth.
My pumping heart grows heavy as the flowers start to die.
And then you leave.

Conditioning

Thick opaque bubbles of aura,
Dripping, diseased, and darkened like burnt wax.
Changed, no longer the same.
Varying in thickness and degrees of erosion.
Momentary instances of corrosion still evident on its surface.
What are you left with when your protective sheath
Is gone?
Atlas has dropped the ball.
The window shatters allowing the toxic fumes to permeate inside.
The sound of whirling wind,
Like putting your ear to a conch shell.
Virus infects the mind
'til truth is a lie and a lie is the truth.
The ignorant cancer spreads dumbly,
Changing all that was sacred into the perverse.
Exploited and broken,
The screaming increasing becoming deafening.
The insulation’s dissolved.
Too much detail to process;
Over stimulation.
Nausea induced by the cause and
Effect, affect, infect.
Vibrating, shaking, sliding, awakening.
I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.
Cataracts blind the lazy third eye.
The itch is becoming unbearable.
Madness coagulates,
Thickening the vein walls.
Drying, Flaking, Cracking, Breaking.
Poof.
The wind blows away
All that remains.
The condition…
…Without…
… The human.