Submissions by Cyber_Anomaly

His hands were sand, unfixed, fluxuating into waves of broken particles sprinkled with deep crimson red, the fluidity mimicking the subtle ripples in dark pools of water. They became fixed and unfixed, undulating into tanned and flickering red rolls that glittered in the trickling light. Smack! There was blood smoke. His hands clapped together and billowed over like fireworks in the dark night and huffs of smolder, enlivened with grey and red tints, whispered from the cracks of his fingers that bent backward into sandy fountains. “I like to play with waves and particles,” he said, his voice...

In the plant there lies a secret:
There the machine of genocide sleeps in its fluid.
The waters bubble inside the vats,
The wires rest suspended in their noses.

There the machine of genocide sleeps in its fluid.
The anomalous homunculi speak in gurgling phonemes.
The wires rest suspended in their noses.
The cacophony of slimy breathing fills the darkest halls.

The anomalous homunculi speak in gurgling phonemes
With big empty black eyes.
The cacophony of slimy breathing fills the darkest halls.
Their hands stretch to pound the glass.
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