The Amputee and I

I feel her chest expand

and I know she is alive

we are chained together

this amputee and I

twigs break like bones beneath

I carry her along

I must count on her, and only her

to lead me blindly threw the fog

but there is a shadowy wicked thing

an arcane figure shes come to know

and when hes about I hear her scream

and glass crackle from below

she wiggles free and rolls around

until the cuts run deep deep down

and it approaches

this nefarious thing

and though its never spoke I'm sure

it plans to kill the rest of me

once it's finished up with her...

 

 

 

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