Distant Flurries

Distant flurries of wild colours.

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Reds, blacks and greys carved closer surroundings.

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I struggled, treading water,

baking beneath

those pockets of heat.

All of those bricks and cages melted.

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Burnt, blackened sand

amidst the ash of your lost world.

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A gentle mechanical drone

stealing your last silences,

metal fingers

gripping tight.

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A chokehold on barely kicking feet,

handcuffs around the ankles.

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An inhuman eye absorbs every action

and imitates them

in its mirror.

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A hand over the mouth.

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It all seemed so certain, then.