Blackout Ruby
- Chadwick Ahn
- Jan 11, 2018
- 1 min read
We fall, deeper and deeper into the atavistic pipes,
Rust from centuries ago scraping our skin
leaving behind a trickle of blood—
A metallic concoction catches the breath in our throats
And crushes it without hesitation; a machine without empathy or a sibling to call twin
DNA is found,
A specimen created,
To look exactly like
Number one, sliding deeper… no, peeling…
Peeling like potatoes down a grated chute—
Only the sweetest core left, a freshly cut gem,
Clattered in a pit, too far buried to shine
In the light of your eyes.
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