Etched In Grey
Etched In Grey
by Alira Cohen
Her fascination never wavered
In the otherwise pale blue walls
Of a memory that had
Recently come to life.
While she was pulled to her feet,
She watched them struggling,
Reaching for another link
In a cluster of rusted chains
That somehow promised something.
Her eyes were ever-faltering,
Trying to follow his every movement,
Trying to breathe freely the open water
Without catching it deep in her lungs.
She was a robotic face,
Nothing but a semi-mechanical
Fixture stood still and slowly withering,
While he was something stranger,
Something made from flesh and bone,
Something to behold, something to be feared.
And though the joints had been frozen solid,
They seemed to move for her now.
She followed closely behind
Fearing and hoping he
Would make her flesh and bone some day.
