Contemplations

I watch as you slither towards me,

your moans and your biting declare

what you are. You’re a threat to

human kind, nobody knows how

you got here.

How can something move that’s

entrails are on the outside?

How can you move with one

arm broken and the other

slowly decaying?

Pure determination. Two words

that can describe

your determination—it could be

instincts that made you so.

Yet here you are, a monstrosity.

But, there’s something beautiful

about you. You’re like a walking—

no, slithering anatomy dummy

just waiting for some purpose.

Since my contemplations about you,

you have gotten closer to me. So close

you try to claw your way through

my jeans.

Enough of this pity.

You’re no longer human, yet—

yet, why am I feeling emotions

for you?

The truth hurts to know

that you were once like me.

Maybe you had a lover, a family;

maybe they’re still out there.

Trying to find you.

I feel you begin to clutch on

my pant leg. You start to move

faster. Mouth biting at the thin

air . . . and then—

bang!

You release my pants from

your clutches. My gun still

smoking from the shot.

You lay there finally at

rest.

I walk away from you

before I begin to contemplate

more about you.