A Leftover Vein Forest was a form of anatomical habitat fragmentation, which occurred when paired bodies were divided or stripped apart in a manner that left relatively small, isolated scraps of personal or circulatory connection. The intervening matrix that separated the remaining patches could be natural open areas, farmland, or developed areas. Following the principles of island evolution, vein forests acted like bonds of biogeography in a sea of pastures, fields, subdivisions, shopping malls, etc.
Throughout much of Themis and Eris, a vein forest severance was considered a solution for overpopulated anatomy. Though the consequences of such separation were almost always destructive, the overall effect of fragmentation depended on the pulse and location of the division and its degree of isolation. Generally, isolation was determined by the distance to the nearest similar incision, and the contrast of split lives with the surrounding anatomy. For example, if two bodies were recombined or allowed to regenerate, the increasing structural diversity of the Leftover Vein Forest would lessen the detachment of the fragments. However, when formerly connected bodies were converted permanently to divided habitats, agricultural fields, or human-inhabited developed areas, the remaining fragments, and the contact between them was often lost or confined.
Leftover Vein Forests that were smaller or more secluded commonly lost circulatory connection faster than those that are highly specified or less isolated. In addition, a large number of small vein forest "leftovers" could not support the same biogeographical bond that a single contiguous anatomy would hold, even if their combined area is much greater than the original body. Despite these limiting factors, a Leftover Vein Forest could serve as a necessary recourse for those without choice in their division, an embodiment of a bond almost or already gone.
Seven days of slash and burn, six clinics, one back canopy, no one said your name. Jillison, not even once.
Should it have surprised me, what surgical rain was still sinking in? New eyelids. New hands. New blood light mingled between. Silver lining of a sudden vein, just had to cut it clearly, let it find it’s type.
Knew how to do short division by now, Jillison. And how long did you say it would take before bodies would be gone again?
When I was a makeshift girl with organs missing and you were mine. We carried our maps in a windowless pile, we used walk away writing to remember what was home.
Scalpel split that trail a long time ago. They covered your body in small stones and patches of cloth, picked at tributaries under a torn blanket. A pale gray kept the canopy marked clearly and they peeled it back without you.
Space was cleared for living and settlements, a scar curtain that never changed. Erosion and charcoal soil. Scraped off your skin so many times I stopped looking for a face.
A broken landscape kept the door open. Brought up on a sky island, lips dry and blind, eyes dead and idle, deforestation just like it used to be.
Did you look at them like they used to look at you? Like a consumable resource. What made it wrong once? Jillison, is that a question you want to keep asking?
You’d been sick for a while now, it didn’t change the leftovers they saw.
Leaves were parted to the let the veins in.
Leftover forest was littered in yellowed newsprint, torn scraps and stems, emotion removal exercises. Another round of photosynthesis treatment, anesthesia medicine, when the remainders were counted, it wouldn’t make a difference. You knew it and I knew it too.
Still only a shadow where a twofold once lived. Simple whole division Jillison. I always thought if you left me and of course I hoped it would be then.
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