The shadows are hungry.
They want to taste the neglect of fallen petals,
Drink the juice of rotting stems.
Their hollow eyes leak moonlight.
They want to see the flattened roadkill.
.
Smoke billows like an electrical fire
From their alien structures,
The shaded vacancy of a beating heart.
They dream in color but live
In black and white.
.
Blood isn't a terror but a novelty.
Brown rot isn't ugly but fresh.
Unseen, unknown, without bias.
Hollow eyes enjoy the sight.
Soak it in and suck it up.
.
The petals disintegrating into the grass,
Eye sockets melting into nothing,
Caskets full of broken promises,
They are sweet little treats
At the end of a long hunt.
.
It is curious.
Hungry for the shades of color
Its grey and black and white body
Will never taste or touch or smell.
It is hungry for the blood of hell.
About the Creator
Silver Daux
Writer of the dark! Think of it like flipping rocks, the weird little stories underneath are my jam and jelly. Jam and butter? Just jam. Absolutely no use of AI in any of my works :)
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