Our bodies were turned into statues, an act of calcification disguised as care.
Carving out the space we were allowed.
Eventually crumbling into ruins, uncovering the extent of the erosion below.
Support was only an illusion.
Discarded.
Weak and unusable for production, only our death is valuable in the end.
These are the lies they sell to justify our destruction.
The Earth reclaims us, a mother welcoming her children home.
Our bodies decay into the soil to nourish new life.
Ever growing and ever becoming, creating space for us to come alive again.
Our existence is essential.
Alive and joyful.
