Insects at my feet
scurrying about on steel belted pincers
Antennae twitching above their ears
Drones and soldiers without a Queen
I step down off my roost to join them
in their decadent muddle
Wings damp with gasoline
Mother is down below
quietly sobbing for her lost child
Dear Pachamama,
I’ve been wandering far too long
She smiles and opens her arms to greet me
beckoning me to her bosom
Weightlessness is myth
I feel god’s heavy palm at my back
forcing me down
That familiar feeling rising from the depths of viscera
The taste of copper and bile at the base of my throat
An ever present silence in the air as I reach the end
A climax of kaleidoscoping red, pink and grey
We are reunited at last
She wraps her arms around me slow
I hold her tight as we dissolve into each other
An embrace I’ve waited eternities for...
Fade to black
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