Photography: Bee by Anonymous

 

Poetry: transient form by Srishti Pandey

my eyes, darkness receptors, seem to freeze
my cheeks, cling to the hollow skull, seem to burn 

my hair is dry and rusted, and waiting
to be yanked out of the swamp (brown matter) 

by my fingers - short, stubby, charred tips
everything is slightly singed by my touch 

sweat, that lines my neck, is sliding to evaporate
my shoulders are bent forward; undue burden 

my arms are bent inward; shelter self
deflating chest, bleak from dissipating heat 

my pelvis aches from smoldering flowing iron
and my gut from churning acid 

my knees are covered by cracks, with ice filling in
filling up the weakening lengths, splitting them 

splinters, coiled in a scimitar; shelter from self
calves distorted by spasms, ankles turn to stone 

it is all - fractured pipes and broken ceramic
tracing back their path, from my sinking toes 

through graying tissues. crumbling
it is all - condensate and plasma. exploding 

mine is another cursed mortal form
weathered away by the changing seasons 

dwindling to dust // returning to earth