To prevent drowning.

To prevent drowning
one becomes submerged in another
as their air is no longer their own
they become encased inside
as if the others body is a tomb
and in centuries
what once was two
will be split apart
and chiseled
after their deaths.

As the ground above
continues to sink
opening it’s mouth
to feed upon their compost
before it becomes a shelter
to the bones left.

The tentacles
reach higher
tickling that above
causing a stomach upset
as it spits out the nutrients
and feeds it back to those
it has taken from
in which it’s given to
in which a cycle
makes it impossible
to claim what came first
the inhabitants taking from the soil
or the soil feeding upon
the tiniest of life.
Was the soil itself
always filled of
the tiniest particles of life?

Often I draw to give my brain a break, so I can let go and not overthink. It’s a way to take a break away from drawing something that must look a specific way. It stresses me out and I often fill of self doubt as if my skill will always be lacking and in those cases I take a break and let my mind run free with no picture in my mind. I enjoy those type of drawings because I like to create work left up to interpretation as well. I am rather intrigued by the idea that each set of eyes that come upon a piece could see something entirely different. Each poem I write in reaction is only meant to allow my mind to wander further and it doesn’t always have a bigger meaning behind it nor does it always makes sense. Although the same as the image the poem is open to interpretation.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina