Critical
Pouncing about, along side the crooked obsolete shadows.
Annoying crackled critical voice.
Lights growing darker.
Glowing fangs torched by the light.
This little creature squeezed every ounce of space
from beneath me.
Flowing crazy sparkles.
Transforming itself into its own deep glistening sockets.
Asking the questions which numb this tiny mind.
Falling upon this oblivious little thought.
Messing around with these belongings,
wanting to bring these monsters to non existence.
Constant yelling.
I'd love to throw a hit.
Toss it all out the way.
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