Human
Sep 19, 2021
Story
Human
I am a congealed mass of rotting flesh
In scorching heat, I melt
I am a blend of sputum, blood and urine
In stabbing cold, I am sold fatty tissue, green mucus, phlegm
Beneath, a network or processes and synapses
I am bones, held together by a magic I barely understand
One day, these bones will dry and wither to dust
I am pervious; what happens around me infects me
What happens within can end me
A fragile dichotomy
Within me is an entire universe
I am the greatest illusion I will never fully understand, or own
But, when loved, the greatest joy I will ever know
The call me human, but I am divine.
Laa'iqah SeedSower
Arts & Culture
Africa