Ex Machina Tempores - Rep
this last step...
protruding veins under the skin,
the other imperfections
and these eyes,
from distance.
scaly is the word for it,
brittle skin.
it's not good,
evokes the relentless of time.
it is always destruction that rushes swiftly.
skin,
in this case ex-home.
the color looks gray,
but it is condition.
something that would be solemn in books,
but utterly brutal in reality,
because to the touch it conveys a sense of end.
just scales,
fur or feathers,
nothing flies,
when the emissaries of never arrive,
the last step is like a bird's
that without wings
crawls to survive.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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