Withered is an apocalypse, too. Not of fire but of poison. Birds fall from the sky, splattering against the ground, dissolving into puddles of toxins— toxins that we secrete: PFAS, pesticides, herbicides, etc. Everything just starts melting, dissolving into a monstrous amalgamation of death. 

After researching the effects of PFAS chemicals and glyphosate on marginalized communities, I knew how deadly they were. Withered is my attempt at capturing what the numbers speak: that these chemicals need to be controlled, or else they will control us.