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Tiny Blue Dot

a poem

By Garrett Matthew SwearingenPublished 6 years ago 1 min read

You were once the gem of the universe,- we were one

Your lungs were once filled with drawings- then we crawled out of the shadows to see the light.

That instance was the downfall,

your lungs were empty and forgotten.

Your trachea collapsed with the shaking of your skin while we raped your innocence

By re-purposing your original beauty- we turned you into Frankenstein's monster.

The crystals that line your lungs are mesmerizing and my greed rips the seams- till holes form.

Now you can't breathe life into the land.

I want to be the breath of life that you shelter from the cold;

Crawl inside and feel the warmth as the lead in your veins pumps beneath my feet.

your body's a temple out of your control, making you a slave to me and my kind.

I cannot save you my lovely for i am but one person but plant the seed of knowledge and i shall help set you free.

You stay so quiet as your leaded blood pumps rivers out your cuts.

They blame you for the destruction but never give you credit.

Ignoring how your womb cradled our ancestors as they burrowed in your body.

We hide inside strands of hair plucked one by one from your scalp.

Blind to how your tears keep rising from the toxins choking you.

surreal poetry

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