Plague or Apocalypse
The weight of a unicorn.
A very small cat with a very large jump.
The touch of a cloud,
Beckoning like a giant across sheer cliffs.
Echoing sounds of winded nonsense
Across smoldering valleys.
Caked with the indecent festering ripples
Blood filled waterfalls.
Trickling down dank allies and subway stations.
Through the belly of the beast into the chaos
It remembers, bubbling up from the underbelly of solace.
Like a soltace covering the sun with it's thick coagulated stains.
A giant in the sky strikes down.
Crushing what remains as it's will of remembrance.
Bubbling back down to the underbelly
To rest in peace.
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