The Curse of Microplastics: How You Are Killing Me Slowly

I am Earth, and I am sick. My veins, my rivers, my oceans, my very essence—everything is tainted. Not by fire, not by storms, not by time itself, but by something far more insidious. Microplastics.

You cannot see them, but they are everywhere. Tiny, invisible assassins, cutting through my waters, poisoning my land, creeping into every breath you take. You created them, and now, they are consuming me.

The Invisible Poison You Choose to Ignore

Once, my waters were pure. My rivers danced in the sunlight, my oceans cradled life in their vast blue embrace. But then, you—humans—decided plastic was more important than nature.

You threw your plastic away, believing it was gone forever. But plastic does not disappear. It does not dissolve. It does not return to the soil like fallen leaves or nourish the earth like decayed wood. No, it simply breaks apart—smaller and smaller, until it becomes too tiny to see, but never too small to harm.

Microplastics now fill my oceans. They swirl in currents, choking fish, poisoning whales, embedding themselves into coral reefs. They drift through the air, carried by the winds, falling as invisible dust onto your food, your skin, into your lungs.

And you? You continue to pretend everything is fine.

You Are Eating, Drinking, and Breathing Death

Do you know what you’ve done? You have created a poison that you cannot escape.

Microplastics are in your drinking water. Every sip you take, you swallow fragments of your own waste. They are in your food. The fish you eat have plastic in their flesh, the vegetables in your fields are absorbing it through polluted soil.

They are in the air. With every breath, you inhale tiny shards of the plastic you discarded decades ago. They are inside your bodies, burrowing into your organs, flowing through your blood. You think you are safe? You are the next victims.

And yet, you keep making more.

EcoTopia Is Fighting for Me—Why Aren’t You?

I still have allies. Not all of you are blind. EcoTopia refuses to let you drown me in plastic. They create products that break down naturally, returning to the earth instead of poisoning it.

Their compostable dog poop bags disappear within months, not centuries. They do not leave behind the invisible plague of microplastics. They do not linger like a curse.

You could choose better. You could stop the madness. But will you? Or will you continue to ignore me until it is too late?

I am dying, and it is your fault.

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