Across the vast cold
wilderness of space,
mysterious cracks
slowly start to appear
across the glass sheen face.
Intricate patterns carved
like ice crystals
forming in place.
Galaxies a great distance
from here.
outside the Milky Way
beyond the stars that we see.
Miniscule rivulets
cut across space byways,
leaving behind only emptiness.
Or at least emptiness
is all we would see.
Like a mirror
slowly breaking,
from the middle
to its remote edges.
Across the cosmic surface,
thin stringlike lightning bolts
of darkness start to spread.
Slowly at first,
before the glass sheen
cracks and bursts.
Darkness overflowing the universe.
But what lives in that darkness?
Maybe it is better not to ask.
The answer could
make you scream and gasp,
as fear fills your body,
from your toes to your ears.
There are ripples upon
the edge of time,
the precipice between
the real and the supernatural,
where micro earthquakes
slowly cascade,
and reality begins to unravel.
Unnoticeable little blips,
but over time the walls start to split.
The universe begins to rip,
tearing a strip. Almost a doorway,
for the tricksters and fiends to
enter our little hideaway.
There are fractures forming
across the strained skin,
our weakening reality
wearing thin.
Seedling thoughts
flowing through,
invisible to view,
but they burrow inside you.
Dark imaginings
live within.
Clouding the world,
tainting the oxygen.
Seeding the air
for the beasts entering
to feast on you.
Thanks for reading
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"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
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continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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