The lungs have collapsed.
The carcass lies beneath them as they skim the surface oblivious to the reality before their eyes. Gasping for air, The earth is bellowing.
The vista is merely somber ;
The twilight hour is the simply the twilight.
The ethereal is reality. the loathsome earth has collapsed.
Their actions contradict their thoughts. They create an imagine of an idyllic scene inclusive of emmaculate wildlife; littered alongside the acoustics of chirping humming birds in the distance, followed by the singing of crickets dancing in the reeds. Tall proud trees holding alluring red apples from its strong bushy arms stood either side of a glistening resivoir, blanketed by angelic snow drops framing the portrait. The sun smiles as the day dawns, illuminating the illustration. The aroma of freshly cut grass fills the atmosphere as they breathe in deeply through their nose. Reflecting, they shut their eyes and feel the glowing heat of the sun warming their eyelids. A smile dawns without any thoughts. No thoughts at all, purely bliss and peace. The atmosphere is beaming as the fruits of the earth are replenished and dignified.
The lungs have collapsed.
The corpse lay stiff, wailing for dire attention.
No one will see through their iris’,
or listen through their cochleas,
To the sorrows bellowing through the dirt of the soiled land.
Monsters live Among us
Jason Edwards
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