animal farm

plastic straws stuck up nostrils

mask strings tangled around ankles

hooves stepping on own shit

feathers bleeded crimson, as flesh crush

you howl and squawk and roar and squeal

help,

help,

help

only a lonely echo rings throughout

the ocean

the sky

the ground

that were once your home

once belonged to you, no, to

everyone

but what is happening?

all of a sudden

water is slimier

air is hotter

soil pulls you into hell, a little too early

still

maybe you can touch the warm skin of your spouse

maybe, you can see your children hatch

maybe, you, can close your eyes in peace

but you can’t

because the earth is shaking

somewhere that was once your home

trampled and poisoned and muddled

something grabbing onto your nape

shoved into cages and shackles and conveyor belts

never with the chance to even realize your

spouse and children and mother

gone

you might have had a hunch

a weird swarm in your stomach

a peculiar angle of fur standing

to tell that something is coming, or..

someone?

when that came

grasping onto your body once again

your instincts might have told you

to escape

with every organ ringing their sirens

alerting hysterically

to free yourself from that tight grip around your ankles

to

GOSOMEWHEREFARFARAWAYANDNEVERTURNBACK

but this predator is particularly fast

their pinky easily suppresses your crawling hope

you are barged into the entrance of hell

the floor may be steaming, spinning, or aligned with a sharp blade pointing towards you

as the door opens, your ears and eyes and skin is shriveled

your senses tear apart into smaller pieces

before you become unconscious, an echo may ring

ahh, it’s the end