Arrival

They came before the flood.

I know they did, they must have.

How else could they appear in such droves

only hours after?


Appearances

Spindle-legged

with faces like wood.

Coats long and damp and dark

crooked, crooked teeth.

Eyes?

No, no eyes, just

scoops of wrinkled flesh there.



The Call

A high-pitched tone

only you can hear, seems like.

Piercing, at first, but then

it sits

in the back of your skull

the base of your brain like a song

like a song like a song like a song.

What do you want? What do you want?!

What do you want from me?!


The End

They came before the flood.

I know they did, they must have.

How else could –

Wait a minute…

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