Torches are burning and gunmen are pulling the catapult back.
The torches are burning and the cave continues,
You press your hand against her wall,
in thousands of years, someone will put their modern palm on and feel nothing,
dry double strips of skin
ten fingers wide and almost two meters long,
the torches are burning and the creature is climbing the vertebrae inside,
from the stomach through the heart to her head
where it explodes
the other world opens the soul shatters
to all other universes
gunmen pull the catapult back.
The walls stretch
as far as the eye can see.
Squeezed pear juice
it drips down from the kitchen counter and that's how it ends.
and like this,