by Tactical Surveillance Crab
The direction of the ship can be altered after it has set sail. The destination of the journey can be changed from what was previously intended. You and I are walking towards the twin towers and I drag you into an alleyway that looks like a scene from Robocop. At the end of the alleyway we find ourselves in a lush polygonal tropical setting from a videogame. I can hear gunfire and birdsong and Transformers sound effects. I look around and you are gone and my stomach is eviscerated with my blue intestinal tract spilling out of it like overcooked noodles.
Tactical Surveillance Crab’s work has appeared in Don’t Submit, Spectra Poets and Loser Magazine.
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