#rubietalk

blasts of artificial light leeching visibility from eyeless sockets

panels peeling off the inside of your skins skin, veins oozing voltage

as the droplets of raw energy ignite the canvas mummifying your form

bullwhips beating like drums in the distance during your death march

to continue to flatten the ashen crust spiled and syphoned of its verdancy.

your competition flooding the hull with waves of shortwave chatter

hounds necks snap to your position, all 56 of your knuckles creak

spooling up material superiority set to spill ichor and oil

and when they finally descend upon you your jaws unclench

lashing out in a trained dance flourished by steel pile precision

to the back of the dogs neck sending its soul to the next iteration.

your roots ripped out, for your body is a twin to its husk