I Am Earth

A monologue.

Floating suspended in a dark void is the ultimate freedom. The only tethers that turn my head are invisible. From the outside, my splotches seem like a lingering infection.

A dash of sepia here, a tinge of beige swirling in a vortex of opal and turquoise — it’s not ulceration. Life is birthed through the perceived contaminated surface. The cycle of existence for all inside the safety of my biome is endless.

A rinse and repeat rhythm of birth until the decomposition repurposes the entity into my ecosphere. Funny little creatures that roam my crevices. The smallest do no harm, the largest do much.

I am free in my solitude of mind and a war wages inside me. Internal torment outside of my control — that is my existence. I find solace in my dark spacious venue of nothingness.

In this space, I only find peace.

Prompt by Bella Smith ⭐with Promptly Written “Wednesday’s Either/Or
Either Control or Surrender”