simone2045
An egg created in a lab. Dark, speckled, immaculate shell. All through the lens of a precise working researcher. Trying to change the work of another.
There's a path of ants crawling down my leg,
I can't move myself to shake them off,
to disrupt their evenly formed line,
one by one, each following the only abdomen in sight,
never straying from the invisible road,
only seen with tiny feelers that can sense their own presence,
a shard of metal catches light and illuminates my ligament,
captivated, I just sit there casting shadows with my eyes.
A sacred call to the hill on the other side of the island,
A collection of rag tag humans with the sake or arts on their side,
A hopeful stream of wistfulness still exists.
A collage.
A pronoun.
A word lost in a conversation.
Dust.
Thrown air waves.
That is who you are now.
Are you happy this is all that amounted?
My time and money has been spent away.
Withered away into a little pile of dust.
Getting kicked into corners is a daily pleasure.
Little does he know,
I came here on my own.