'pollution'
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I lay in the tall grass despite being advised not to.
I don’t care about snakes or bugs.
I’ve found a sense of comfort in the slightest danger.
Maybe if we cared more
Maybe if we could make this less of a chore
Maybe we could change it to how it was before
Maybe it’s easier for us to ignore
When I look to the water
I do not see the waves
Crashing
Scattering the rocks and silt below
When I look to the water
Mother is unique
unlike her little sister moon
unlike her toxic sister Venus
unlike her father sun
When our people die,
they become stars of the night.
Igniting the obsidian sea,
a veil of heavenly light.
For people like I,
with godly ichor in our veins,
cursed never to die,
The Gods still live
They can be seen everyday
If one knows where to look
Artemis is standing in the crowd of feminists
Wearing a pink-knit hat
Calling for equality
The by-products of humanity lay at my feet no matter what environment I'm exposed to.
They creep into the peace and tranquility of natural beauty
Without precaution, without emotion
Cruel and true
