Glimmering in the womb
Saline crispness
Umbilical chord tethers you to your third eye
Body made of cells
Cells made of souls
Soul made of god
God made of souls
Your body is a temple
And your alter is your own to decorate
Bursting in the hypotonic solution
Lysing of the membrane
Splitting of the milky veil
A nutrient rich placenta
Turns lose the chaos of the ovary
A million cells
A million souls
A million gods
Making up your foundation
Singing hymns of carbon
Religion exists
Even within nature's smallest units
Devout to genetic variation
Committed to progression
A need for evolution
Remaining steadfast in the race to survive
But nature is not brutal
Nature is not ruthless
It's the skin of man in which paints violence
In the most sacred of cathedrals
For nature holds no bias
Archaea knows no morality
Animalia knows no hatred
Darwin was pretentious
Anthropomorphizing god's most loyal apostles
Turgid cell walls
Fall flaccid once again
And wilt into oblivion
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A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryA collection of mostly free verse poems and short stories. Sometimes it is nice to simply clear your head. *Trigger warnings: descriptions of disturbing themes such as: body horror, death, interactions with the uncanny, topics in biology, and suici...
