Wednesday, July 29, 2020


shifting shapes
colored shadows
faster flickering
slowing now, stopping
a laboratory grows around me
some force has trapped my machine
its lights die
a creature reaches for me
with a soft pallid arm
like the flesh of grubs
my claws uselessly pull back 
the handle, I have gone too far
back to the age 
of these destructive creatures
projectiles tear through me
they emit loud noises
from hideously pliable faces
I long for my beloved nest
my offspring
and our comforting
earthen walls

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