Renew them
Contraction, expansion.
It smelled. It reeked of a hell hole filled with it's very own Dead Sea.
What covers the beautiful scenery is the swamp. Pus oozed out of its fruits shamelessly, flooding the tender grounds in a poor attempt to hide the suffocated clots of greasy vines.
Shrieks rumbled throughout the rust like sky. They say when the sky thunders the gods are having a heated argument.
I think she's just in pain.
Large disproportionate hands began to rip off at the dense, humid swampland. Helpless at the mercy of what I would think is a trivial emotion, the very same pair of bleached out fingers started mutilating the sky, despite its desperate plea for forgiveness.
For the greater good was what I always whisper tenderly in their ears, as they squirm and choke in their own mucus. After all, this is for the creature that we love with all our hearts.
Part ape, part fiu
Fully human.
Defying Nature