The Slow Death of Mother Earth

 Oh,

earthly poison,

your lack of biodegradability,

it sings to me.


Dripping further into my ears:

the ground,

marinates me to my core.


The repetitive smashing,

between the upper and lower

portions of my mouth,

leaves me shaking.


Flavored spit!

Minty pit!

Left for dead!

Quaking!

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