A bloated gut, the sky swells, to a green and purple bruise. A rumble in the acid, threatens to vomit onto the passive earth. Sight fails in the static blur. The air, it clashes, rips, tears. A leak forms, a rupture, spilling gelatenous fluid pooling in a mound of pain, burning, scarring. The ground cracks, the guts drizzling, seep in. It heals shut, trapped underground. Little rivers find ways to trickle out of the scabby earth. Streams of pain join the great rivers and oceans. They muddy the firm ground, streaming, struggling, creating my labored footsteps.