Poetry Attempt: I Woke Up as a Bug and Wrote a Shitty Poem

 

I'm forever in a contradictory state of excitement and total apathy toward the sure-to-be ensuing apocalypse. Anything to end this life and have it not be my fault.

Civilized Decay

- Heavily inspired by Skinny Puppy’s Too Dark Park and Last Rights

I woke up as a locust 

Bereft of my storm,

Crushed wings fluttering out from

Blasted flesh, firmament of asbestos,

And tear-soaked rubble.

Half of my exoskeleton

Rummaging its way out of

Sacrificed child's sliced open face,

Sheets of shattered glass

And smoking shrapnel

Glimmers beautifully, 

Replacing his dulled smile.

Sirens explode

Cloaked, hunches over wraiths 

Wrap themselves in desert sand

And miles of distended organs.

Drinking in the air raid,

Remembering to fly

With the aid of screams from drafted, 

Dragged behind dead,

Interlocking amputees 

Crawling their way

To the long-collapsed hospital,

As a great steel star soars in darkened grayness

Dropping the next bomb

That wails and laughs

Through brilliant reddened clouds,

Reassuring; 

“There's plenty more where that came from.” 

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I woke up as a centipede 

Scurrying out from 

Overturned, smoldering

Automobile wreckage,

Inverted and twisted

Nephilim youth trapped inside

Grinning with exhaust fumes

Billowing between holes in withered lips.

A malformed, prepubescent torso 

Contorted 

In the remaining confines of the exhaust pipe,

Distorted pavement beneath 

Littered with skinned faces

Shadowed amputations 

And draining colors 

Evaporating into the wasteland sky. 

They all must have

Missed the warning,

Skyscrapers of rotten meat

Dissect the overstuffed graves

Wretched, scabbed-over survivors

Fornicate through each other 

Unnaturally convulsing upwards

On a black rainbow of flowing tourniquets

Trying not to wonder

Who’s the master above

Who’s struggling to impale themselves

With the runoff of hazardous waste disposals 

And habit-forming little pills,

Their wounds spilling

Great orange, cancerous clouds.

I’m suffocating 

On their half-mechanical remains,

A path of ripped intestines 

And antifreeze

Spells out perpetuating halos,

Silenced prophecies of fallen angels,

Muddles beneath

My fragile, interlocking system of legs. 

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I woke up as a pill bug

Cascading down the ceiling

Marked with irregular fluid streaks, 

Crimson Rorschach, 

Plunged into a caved-in chest

Down a raining flood of dizzying moths

Flecks of burning bath salts 

Bombarding the atrocious molecules 

Nothing else living moves,

Yet I’m face to face with the enormous 

Rotten gummed mouth 

Of a foreign man in a foreign place 

Gray face, jagged glass and rusted cans

Smashed in the black holes 

Where his eyes should be. 

Menstrual howls rip through, 

Finally exterminating

Already corrupted 

Nuclear home

Where trenches of mold and blood

Runs across bathroom tile

Carrying away

The splayed-out and brainless

Cancelled life

That was once unforming 

Inside. 

Mother lies in mangled abundance

While eyeless father feasts

On the unmade one’s 

Tiny brains. 

I woke up…

A shivering botfly

Or maybe something entirely new,

Wheezing into new life

From pale, eroded pores

Lining the last unmutated child,

Born from the cataclysmic severance

Left as a final replacement for

This ruined orbiting ovum

In blighted space.

I'm the last sign of life

Now begotten,

With no sight 

No feeling

No misguided, deluded purpose,

Only this gradually disappearing notion,

A fading hue of consciousness,

Which gifts me unimaginable gratitude

That I didn't come back

In the doomed and disgusting

Damnation that is

Human flesh. 

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