Fight or flight?

Torn apart or take a bite?

Why do you say that?

A monster comes my way,

Dark tendrils, wicked teeth, eyes glazed

With bloodthirst, terror ripping apart your veins

As buildings crumble to violent splatters of dust

I don't fight

I don't speed into the skies, wings quick and flush

I still. As ice creeps into my bones and bolts me

A machine piped into the ground, I hide beneath my fears, seed

In pity as my defence

As I am swallowed up by the darkness

Before my screams can even. c o m m e n c e