The Piecemeal Man (abmann) wrote,
The Piecemeal Man
abmann

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Grue

The darkness unfolds,
I have no light and the sweaty smell
of fear is my only companion.
Night blindness, uncaring beast of loneliness
and the twitching sensation
of being followed are in my hand.
Echo,
a step and an echo.
Clatter ,
a step and an echo.
Pipes and darkness and the steam
of my breath takes the last moment
to realize I am not alone.

"Got a light?"

If I could describe it -
I am agape with holes.
No, I have no light.
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