Greedily, painstakingly, I opened his eyes. I wanted to savor every sweet & supple minute of this. His arteries pulsed like the sun & I wrapped my vines around them like a cruel hand applying pressure to a wound. It was clinical. It was cellular and systematic, and his wrists…hell…
…hell, it was hot in here, enough to wilt.
I grunted, pulling off the adornments covering his skin. What a strange ceremony, to cover ones’ stalk in shame!
Not holding ownership of this existence, movement was stumbling & bruises, failures.
Then- a light caught before me a thing of reflection, the happiest of accidents!
I met my gaze, & the shock ran to my roots like the death of diseased oaks.
My host was life. He was so life & so green, you couldn’t dye him with any more oxygen if you tried…
…and beneath his brilliant eyes I saw myself for the first time. I was decay. Fungus, bacteria were my heart & lungs. Death was my breath.
We have much to learn from each other, my host and I.