“Our world recycles souls, wiping our memories clean after every death. You wake up in the body of (animal of your choosing) locked up and on display in a Zoo. This time, you remember everything…”
What are these claws I carry?
I reach only forward and I see sand
flickering through my grasp,
like someone’s smoky vision
implanted in my brain.
My head reverberates,
clicking against the shells,
that share my confusion.
I see hell in every pulsing
shade from the red lights above.
I remember my human service,
once pressed onto this Earth
in a busy reckless bundle.
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