A birth behind a veil of translucent film
The first light that graced his eyes
Was masked and muted
He gazed into the Sun but once
It burned into his core
It robbed him of joy
For he knew of the sky's gifts.
Forever after they kept him locked
Away from the world
Away from the chance to become
His uncertain birthright
From the very beginning of his consciousness
Their eyes told him the story
He was different from them
But he could not gaze within.
Days became many
And the many rained down in floods
He was now ancient and weary
Observed and disturbed for untold time
The voice that rumbled inside dared not croak out
Until a curious nurse reached beyond his plastic film
His plastic prison
A bubble that encased him away from the rest
This nurse opened it and doubted his form
He grabbed her with an ambiguous swiftness
Her arms shed quickly
They danced against the ceramic floor
A rumbling pitch bubbled against the walls
It was the nurse now screaming
He shed her of her form with finality.
He gazed upon the crimson
The white and cold of the ceramic
Now red and sticky and warm
A feeling so queer came over
Was this love?
The doctors approached the door and he was awoken
From his ambivalent dreams
With that same curious speed
He descended down the halls
What joyous knowledge it is
To know the extent of one's prison
He explored it inch by inch before finally departing
And there he saw the Sun
And in the Sunlight he basked
In that warm light he stayed
His eyes closed for the first time in eternity
He felt whole and complete
His form carried purpose
His soul burdened itself with life
His lungs filled with air
Before he collapsed into ash and dust
The beast behind the veil
Was taken back by the soil
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RandomA mess of stuff that won't fit elsewhere. Some are pretty absurdist, no direct continuity unless stated (doubtful on that, these are meant to be one-off poems/stories). I like to explore different styles of writing in small works like this, so some...
