The colors: grey and black and white
The robot head- it sees the souls watching
the flesh devour its bone.
Limbs are trapped within another’s
Whose belong to whom?
Does it matter?
A leg is a leg- and what if I want yours?
In this mess of skin and bone
We’re tangled-
Who’s here to say I can’t take
It and run. Oh wait-
My limbs are non-existent
There are more here than we can
Possibly need though. Who did you steal
them from? They are not mine,
they are not yours
A leg is a leg.
You look like you want to escape and so-
The lingering souls have stolen our flesh
What will keep our bones warm now?
Your eyes are barren, gazing towards the
heatless sun;
can’t you see, everyone is dying.
Colors fade into nothing now.
What is color? You ask.
It’s something you see, bright and vivid-
It gives life to the dead.
I see Darkness.
Maybe there’s no such thing as color- Then what is in my head?
What is color? I ask.
The limbs continue to hold their ground-
Cemented into place
Refusing to meet the same fate
As the heads and torsos they were once
Married to.
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