the metal claw gripped her skull as the electonic eye probed hers the machine was curious she was his specimen the metal thing processed her movements, her senseless sounds holding her fast with its hydraulic arm frantic, she pulled trying to free her head from his grasp " right claw : tighten 10%" somewhere inside her head she heard a soft crack her nose released red watery blood terrified she let her hands fall limp |
w o r d s. |
from "Flowers of the Aftermath" |
