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She said create the world, so I did. I made it dark and dusty, coughed up from my own black lungs. I gave the trees an ashen hue and the ground a color to match the starless sky. The creatures were murmuring oozes, globs of drying acrylic that inked across the orb of my bubbling imagination.

Repulsing, it was in fact the product of an industrial mind. I was born from man's smog goddess and, if memory serves me, her breath was laced in exhaust which I inhaled nightly with her songs. She was soothing and complacent, her voice smokey like a hazy bar. No one could deny her features were hideous beyond belief. Her skin dripped pollution like morphine into veins, into deep red rivers to turn them ebony and clogged. Her eyes glistened obsidian, sharp and cold if you didn't know her at all. I knew she was lost and ashamed, as her mother, my grandmother, would often remind her of the destruction her presence caused. I loved her like grandmother nature never could.

Grandmother was ,indeed, a grand mother; full of herself, and rightfully so, she was beautiful. Shoulder blades smooth as sand dunes, hair blue and ever-moving. Her voice was a harmony of every heartbreaking, lovemaking bird song. The first time I laid eyes on her I wanted nothing more than banishment to the darkest corners of space - her beauty thundered and eroded my significance to an awful pebble. My mother was nothing more than a shadow come alive and grandmother nature wanted her suffocating daughter gone - swept away like cigarette smoke.

So mother and I gathered our clouds up into our lungs, soaked up chemicals we sweated in our separate stratospheric rooms and the air was clear for the first time. Man rejoiced, their hallelujahs pounding rejection onto my eardrums. Mother held my hand tight as cancerous cells and wept acid rain to dispel their unashamed disregard for our leaving. They settled, shrugged and raising their umbrellas went about their day. Still, the time for moving on was now. Mother bent down to my level, eyes glassy and black, "Sweetheart, create a world for you and me. Make a place where we will be loved for our horrid condition."

The taste of metal always on our tongue, carbon monoxide seeping through our pores, bathing in the radiation of our black hole sun; dank and disturbed is where we are loved.  
I don't even know...

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stash is being stupid so it's back to old school.

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Edit:

Oh, thank you so, so much for the DD! I'm honored.

:iconwritersink: please check this lovely, wonderful, amazing, awesomesauce group out.

Thanks for suggesting my piece, y'all!
and thank you ^thorns for featuring it!

I appreciate all the comments and favs every one! and thanks to anyone who just takes the time to read :)

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Edit: Beautiful illustration of it here [link]
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Given 2012-09-26
The Waste World by *0hgravity The suggester writes, "This is a great piece personifying Pollution, managing to make it seem almost beautiful in it's own sad way. The author uses some wonderful description for both Pollution, and the arrogance of Grandmother Nature." ( Suggested by WritersInk and Featured by thorns )
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ilyilaice Featured By Owner Jul 30, 2013
i love your choice of words. this is so descriptive. congrats on the DD! 
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0hgravity Featured By Owner Aug 2, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
thank you! :D
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Adagiobunny Featured By Owner Mar 10, 2013  Student Writer
wow - what an incredible story you've painted - the creations that kill & yet want to be loved & dwell in their own horrid mists. i love the supremacy exuding from grandmother nature - it's captured that ancient feeling of the roots of the earth from a new perspective.

that's truly what i've gotten from this, i suppose - another perspective, deliciously dark, to tuck away in my mind. we can relate to each other no matter how vast our differences; running away into ourselves... :heart:
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0hgravity Featured By Owner Mar 11, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
ah, what a lovely comment. thank you for sharing your thoughts!
I think you really got my meaning in it. I'm glad you enjoyed the read.
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Adagiobunny Featured By Owner Mar 22, 2013  Student Writer
of course! :) i love commenting, glad i could discern some of your intent. :D
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earthian101 Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2013
how beautiful. Out of curiosity, who's the daughter (I'm assuming the narrator is a girl). 'Cause the mother is pollution and the grandmother is Mother Nature, so what would the daughter be? I loved how you personified these iconic concepts.
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0hgravity Featured By Owner Feb 20, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
something we are headed toward, I suppose.
it is intentionally ambiguous.

I'm glad you liked it :) thanks for the comment.
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brietta-a-m-f Featured By Owner Feb 4, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Wow. Just wow. Are you thinking of expanding this? If not, I wish you would. The vast potential is this is obvious, and you have only just scratched the surface of possibilities!
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0hgravity Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
well I appreciate your enthusiasm for my piece!
I don't think I will expand this, though. It isn't
really what I normally write so I don't think I would
enjoy writing something longer on it. Maybe once I'm completely
bereft of ideas, I'll return to this but I don't know, sorry. :/
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brietta-a-m-f Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Oh, well. I tried. I'll have to read some of the stuff that you normally write then, if the things you are less comfortable with are this good!
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