running thru a large deserted factory
broken glass explodes beneath my feet
refracted light
breaks across the floor thru a broken door
where shadows sit hunched, with death
insipid yellow green swamp light
from a cordoned perimeter of council barriers
floods the inner sanctum
blasts across the cold-gutted room
like a strobe-light
flash
when running, past the windows
the stairwell blackly looms
filled with gasping spectral screams
and somewhere deep down inside
something moves with a throbbing lilt
as the building breathes a death moan
dying, and the fear
runs you out through the concrete shell
to the black white sunlight of day
where you can see the burnt horizon
mushroom, absolutely.
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