falling as I am - still I miss the ground
Again.
From between the stars
A living empty.
Crawling with purpose.
A dream
Of a thousand worlds.
Like wet supple flesh.
Prepared for carving.
Denied,
It screams for release.
For the abattoir
To begin slick work.
A void,
A billion candles,
A trillion voices,
Abiding silence.
Release!
It writhes below.
More flesh for culling.
Simple surrender.
My love.
Green, blue, and beauty.
Ache to catch the world
Stretching forever.
Refuse
The skin that was mine.
Falling as I am
Still I miss the ground.
Again.
SCP-1959 during its brief containment at Orbital Site-2001. Its current whereabouts are unknown.
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