Heart of Nature
There are butterflies and beetles in my gut,
for my stomach was occupied by hungry caterpillars.
Their pinchers prod me when I'm making the wrong decision.
Their wings flutter around to warn me of the dangers that might come.
I have spiders in my brain
stringing along my mistakes
making a web of my life,
they are my personal dream catchers.
Crickets live in my throat,
rubbing their legs together to make the sound of my voice
as it fills the silence.
Stars make up my eyes,
and water, my veins.
Ants are my bones,
holding me up.
And vines, my hair,
reaching down to the ground,
wanting to bury itself back into the dirt.
Dragonflies race back and forth through my nerves,
their wings tickling my skin,
bringing life to my arms and legs.
Mushrooms grow in my lungs,
moving with my breath.
I release their spores when I sigh,
as they slowly creep into my throat, crowding out my voice.
My hair grows persistent,
it is down to my knees now.
I've tried to cut it, but it only grows back faster
more stubborn each time.
The spiders in my brain are growing hungry and weary.
They have no more dreams to catch in their webs,
for I have run out of dreams to give.
The ants are growing tired,
and so are the dragonflies.
They have slowed down, making my movements jerky.
I have lost my appetite
for the caterpillars have crystallized in their cocoons
The stars grow bored
looking out into the night,
wondering when they can return to it.
I don't have many crickets left,
Most have gone.
My voice is now soft and easily drowned out,
barely loud enough to fill the quiet.
My hair has reached the ground now,
the vines tugging my head down.
The spiders have all moved out through my ears,
leaving empty webs behind in my brain.
The caterpillars, now butterflies, join the others
along with the beetles,
and burst free through my chest,
The ants have given up holding me
and leave me too.
Dragonflies break through my skin
as the water drains from my veins.
I become the silence that my voice used to fill
as the last cricket leaves,
and the mushrooms fully envelop my throat.
The stars leave my eyes
and join their friends in the sky.
And my hair drags me with it,
back into the ground,
as my heart of nature stops beating.
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