Slipping

Slip below the sands
Eyes open.
Ticking, clicking. Hoot.
Movies play
Keep all at bay
But maybe it’s too late.
Unhinge jaw
Devouring ash and dust
Along a blood-soaked tongue.
Scrambling
Running
Try to flee
But what I am won’t stop.
Inhale the rot of armies
Before a generous bite.
Some remain
Silver sticks in drive
Ready for a fight.
Gangrene
Shrills screams
Tickle in the throat.
Wake upon a clouded bed
Bemoan my loss of fate.
Except I do this every night
Slip below the earth and wait.
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