Nyhterides Poetry Contest - Round 2
Lunk Head
Crawling escaping from bowells of the scrap yard
Clank!
From below, from inside
Clank! Clank!
Look.
Metallic fragment drops, One body splattered
Don't look.
Synthetic moans reverberate
Clank!
A cold firm ankle-grasp from below...
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