Ex Nihilo

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#August5Prompt

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ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ

┊         ┊       ┊   ┊    ┊        ┊

┊         ┊       ┊   ┊   ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩

                        ┊         ┊       ┊   ✫

                        ┊         ┊       ☪⋆

                        ┊ ⊹

                        ✯ ⋆      ┊ . ˚

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╭══════ ❈ :eight_spoked_asterisk: ❈ ══════╮

She forms letters and sentences from

dead air, uses their contained notes to

give life to my rotting organs, repairing

my failing heart with sword lilies and

healing the open wounds of my tired lungs

with bleeding rose mallows whose strong

pomegranate scent I smell with every exhale

Words dance from her lips with a pillow

like lilt, satiny syllables and amicable

assonance that navigate through the

labyrinth in my ears and plant themselves

in the soil of my head, soon roots dig past

my head, racing down my throat to steal the

source of my voice

Slowly my humanity dies, her voice holds

it in a vice grip while nature springs forth

transforming me into their kin, legs become windy,

gnarly branches, eyes morphing into banberries,

veins fragile makeup encroached by soft petals

that scratch my insides, my sun is her eyes,

my water is her words, and by her grace do I

live

╰══════ ❈ :eight_spoked_asterisk: ❈ ══════╯

ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ ゜ﾟ*☆*ﾟ

┊         ┊       ┊   ┊    ┊        ┊

┊         ┊       ┊   ┊   ˚✩ ⋆｡˚ ✩

                        ┊         ┊       ┊   ✫

                        ┊         ┊       ☪⋆

                        ┊ ⊹

                        ✯ ⋆      ┊ . ˚

                       ˚✩

The picture isn't mine!