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Ok, so I know that this is a massively rapid update, but I wanted to put something up here. I was inspired by DemiGauge's poem on her journal, so I thought Id share one that I wrote a while back.

#512
I stand
Firmly planting my blackened-iron Italian wingtips
Between the aged shoulder blades of #512.
Stalling in his toil for the briefest second,
I drive my heel into, through, his neck, and spit...
Fire.
The heat of poverty surrounding him,
He falls.
Falling.
Falling.
Through the earth.
Six feet deep and stopping with a crunch,
Losing life and thought and blood.
My tendrils, whips, chains, knives, hooks and hoses
Lance out through soil layers, and then, his face.
Through eyes and nose and mouth,
Sucking, thieving, draining him all,
Struggling, twitching, and now,
He's gone.
Pushing up mutated daisies;
Nine feet long and
Rimmed with spikes, steel and flames,
Dripping blood, hair, skin and nails...
And lives.
Those of thousands, driven on by one,
I.
And tomorrow, I'll buy #513.

And in case you were wondering, I have no idea what my inspiration for this was.



But, Im pretty sure it wasnt my new kittens.