Unicellular organisms. Known to crawl. A known
shapeshifter. Microscopic, invisible to
the naked eye. Found in wet soil and
fresh water. Rarely will it find you swimming
in a lake. As you dip underneath the water, looking
to escape from this strange October heat, it may find
you and take a bite out of your brain. And as
the rain refuses to fall, and when it does, it
usually leads to flash floods, the amoebas grow
in population and sit amongst what has become their
lakes and river beds. Waiting for their chance
to snack on your flesh from the inside
out. With the weather too warm, at least
five of the hottest summers ever, in a row, extending
into fall, leaving my sweaters in last December. The
amoebas will find more ways to grow. Lower water levels
and hotter air. Suffocating the lily pads and making
autumn feel scarce. Many more summers but
not enough falls. The temperature rising. The
seasons mesh together. The amoebas grow and
grow. But the water levels will fall and fall. Down to
pits of sin where the promises of hell come forth.
