Saturday, 2 February 2013


by Stormm
(c) February 2 2013

It crouches in shadows,

slithers through darkness,

when lime door scrapes open green,

there's a quick flash and the scurry into void.

It creeps without sound,

thickening black smoke expands,

rusty dripping heartbeats,

clog silver tap faucets.

Subterranean pressure building,

as it grows to a critical mass,

thud, pop, splash,

fear reverberations.

Condition critical,

critical condition,

critical condition...

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