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v) Without further instruction, the grumbling man-things lurch

Without further instruction, the grumbling man-things lurch to attention, their dried-meat arms reaching for the terrified gang. Fassn is soon entangled, then Abia. Cang, despite his continued uneasiness on his feet, manages to duck and weave the first few clumsy attempts, but soon the sheer numbers are too much and the vile beasts have him in their clutches too. 195 more words

Logan Bright

poem: not all ahead, a grinding sensation

not all ahead, a grinding sensation
the clicking and clacking of messes
new-made
no one’s advantage, this slip-shod appealing
takes all of an hour
each day

Logan Bright

iv) Cang knocks Abia away from the wriggling

Cang knocks Abia away from the wriggling, inky antennae. He manages to roll out of the way before they come for him. She comes up hard against a bookshelf, its dusty tomes juddering with the impact. 164 more words

Logan Bright

poem: turn off the noise

turn off the noise
my poise is broken
sweating through the night
right through the sheets
anxiety attacking me
pensive ambiguity
heading out into the cold, grey rain

Logan Bright