By Bridget Haug
From the depths of you we rise, an army of unsaid, unfinished, unfulfilled.
You’ve left us fester, unattended for decades—buried but not dead.
From invisible cells to soft flesh to solid bones, we will set to conquer every last inch of you.
The squads of white coated men you’ll recruit, the probing machines you’ll deploy, the endless rounds of pills you’ll fire will all be in vain.
We will spread.
You’ll put up tall barricades; you’ll call it a brave fight—but you will have known all along.
From the start, from the very first cluster, we had already won.
Small but powerful
This is wonderfully written. And unfortunately so accurate.
a fresh perspective on knowing that we know. tight and the tension beautifully held. thank you.
Very portentous – as Nancy says, good build up of tension. Also gave me the vibes (in a good way) of an undead version of a virus or bacterium 😉