AN: last poem from creative writing class i prommy, this one about rain world
Little slugcat fallen so far from home
The flooded sewers make a perfect grave for any creature run astray
Its tiny paws slip and slide on the walls it tries to scrabble up
It cannot return the way it came
It will descend deeper and deeper into the system, darker and murkier
For perhaps another glimpse of the light from above
Surrounded by fluorescent lights from surrounding creatures of the dark
Maybe it will make a new family, out of lizards, vultures and scavengers
Or it will toss sharpened spear at all those who dare to approach
These abandoned walls will never generate the warmth of a home
When the floodwaters come, there is no choice but to flee
Respite found only in quiet nests, hidden away from the endless torrent
Its journey cannot end, it continues on and on, further down into the abyss
For even the chance it will find its way home, it will go to the ends of the earth
It comes to realize that even here was once a home
What happened to those inhabitants?
Why, now, does its stench reek of rust and decay?
Hold only creatures which feed off its rotting corpse?
It finds, in its travels, a room hidden away
Cold and clean, sanitized white tile bright against the surrounding grime
It encounters a being, non-organic and intelligent
They tell it of a way out, a light at the end of the tunnel
It is urged to continue its journey, now with hope of an end in sight
In its final days it is greeted with mammoth dilapidated structures
Birds with flapping wings of feather and iron
Finally, it is faced with an end, a sea of golden silk and ink
It takes a final dive into the pool of memories, lifted of all its worries
It is home
