Is An Acid Bath a Beauty Treatment?

She was an ancient one.  One of those old entities that took in everything to protect it, to feed it, to shelter it.  She was doing a pretty good job in spite of her age.  She was an entity of  habit.  She had these eccentrically beautiful gardens and lots of pets staying with her.  Her yard was huge and she gave them free rein.  That is why we thought she would never notice if we put some of our garbage there.  It could be hidden and the plants would cover it and the animals would make homes in the rest...most of it. 

When we saw how rich she lived in her blue/green mansion, how much abundance she actually had, we felt it was our right to make her share some of that.  She had so much and we never had enough.  Maybe we got a little carried away.  We were on a roll and we just knew that we were the ones now in charge.  We were the smart ones, and perhaps, she had outlived her time.  We knew so much better.  We could fix stuff ourselves now.

It was an accident when we threw acid in her face and stuffed her with CO2.  We really didn't know we were doing that until so much later.  We were watching something else at the time...probably a reality show or a football game.

And then she let us in on a little secret.  She was going to reach the limit of her ability to hide our sins and would be returning the methane gases into our back yard.  Methane in huge amounts.  No longer would she provide us with oxygen.  No longer would she provide us with protein.   No longer would she moderate her anger.  Sometimes she would get so angry and so hot that the winds would take our children away from us, the rains would drown our land and the fires would consume us arbitrarily.


Apologies not accepted because it is too late.