Hollow Ringing Noise.
High Pitched Whinings,
Of Electricity.
Darkness,
Suddenly scoured in Light.
Selves we lost.
Selves we found.
Wide varieties,
Of things skittering in the black.
Pressure.
Depth.
How fragile these forms,
Of flesh & bone.
Haunted,
Hollow,
Still,
Rotting.
We remain:
Fertilizer.
The Sound Of Electricity In The Walls.
