Now my feet are dense.
The tiniest toe hardens and cracks.
The nail, a frail petunia petal, wilts upon itself.
The next toe hardens, cracks;
dissolving from the ground up.
I feel this flesh revert again to Earth.
Dry and cool, Her density swallows this essence.
She fills the empty with perfect rest.
Sleep, for you will be weightless soon.
Rest, for you will be home.
– Intuitive Ginger