In the middle
of the
night
she
hears a
crunch and knows
whose
teeth are
making that noise.
She doesn't need
the lights.
She
doesn't need to
see his
face.
Memory
is printed
onto the coils
of her inner
circuits. She
knows
he won't stop
searching until
he
finds
skin and
bone and crunches
them to powder
between his
teeth.
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Far away, nightmares
find their
way
to
where Torero
watches the dark.
Whispers
of her
fear filter through
the paradise wall
and he
knows
he could be
wretched, but
she
suffers
her life
in imagined freedom
with a pain
that goes
deeper
than the pain
he carries
in
the shell of
his metal
casing.
Above him the
Memory Tower
sways
Rocked by night
winds, it
dances
under lonely stars,
the songs
of
those gone before
reminding citizens
below
"we gave up
everything so
you
might have this
hope of
someday
reaching up high
and breaching
this
wall
that keeps
us away from
the paradise we
are told
exists
on the other
side of
this
wall."
LC WAS RIGHT (over The Hills)*
14 years ago
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