The Call of Erosion

the call to the wild

the terrible allure of green entropy

This is a digital poetry zine. 

It is not a game; it's an illustrated poem.

You could make it a game. 

• You could imagine yourself, instead of the narrator, slowly eroding against the unending grist of some beatific wilderness... 

• I'd say maybe do that between pages 3 and 4.
• Imagine a blank page, whisper your story into it.
• Did you die with a smile on your face??
• But this is not a game. This is a poetry zine.
• This is not a game?

1/2 of the poem:

the call of erosion

that feeling when

oh gods I have to write this

as dawn comes crashing in

like a speeding train.

I need to admit

to express

a dark truth

admittedly beautiful

My desire to lie in a puddle 

and die 

is clearly suicide, but more insidious,

(or maybe that's not quite the word)

-- but anxious, certainly, always--

*deep breath*

I have a desire

that surfaces firmly, from time to time,

I wish to become fully feral and die without words in the wilds.

And I could, is the terrible thing.

It would be so easy for me to walk into the woods,

bare my breasts,

and execute a wonderful flow state...

5 page digital, color illustrated poetry zine. (.pdf)

Is it a game? 

Also available in .txt format.

OR you could listen to the author perform the poem (.mp3)

What is a game?