Terra

Made of thin and brittle clay, an ecosystem blooms inside me.
Against my will, the moss takes over my body.
The waterfall becomes my tears, the tree in my head becomes my brain.
Moss all around me, living from my insides-out.

Made of thin and brittle clay, an ecosystem breaks out of my skin.
Light shines through, nourishing my flower blood vessels and vine intestines.
Every day is another sacrificing of my life for this little terrarium I have become.
Moss ever-growing, living from my insides-out. 

Made of thin and brittle clay, I have embraced the tranquility of the ecosystem.
Vines wrap around my arms, binding me to their will.
Rocks appear in my abdomen for little bugs to live under.
Moss ever growing, I am Terra. Living my insides-out.