Mother Nature Death in beauty
By Aisha G
Published 30 March 2023
As I float on this silky bubble
The shiver of my inner storms
Which forms the cold bath I lay in for hours
A bottomless pit, which leads me through
A dark cold oceans falling from the surface, swinging for Shaw nowhere to be seen
As the abnormal warmth fills the boat
A beautiful none figured creature stands afloat
No, she cannot speak but no need to,
Some call her death some call him peace,
I don’t take the hand of this creature
For thy shall transfer my painful energy as it leaves me once again
To regain the bubble I had once seen a thousand empires.