What was once a hamlet is a piece of something
from which it splits in the crack of a pistol
Where once the cobwebs kept to their corners
a film of dust traps even the roaches
We stand upon this dust, and are capable of
walking it and moving it
and eating its
fruits
But two aspects of a Titan loom from above,
or we are its smiling mouths, hungry
Shall we see the positive aspect of the grandiose?
Or do we see the negative aspect of the monstrous?
And to what good,
for the Titan who is already
satisfied with our worship?
A contest entry
- A Whisper Of Skin by DecorusApparatus.
700 points, ended October 17, 13 entries
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