Wails

Empty vessels clanking
Falling off counters of marbles and granites
On a floor that is ten thousand feet below
Still, I can hear the echo
Almost like a scream that escaped my throat
A minute ago,
Shh…
There is only silence now.
White hollowed eyes look like eyes
Windows with white light
Clouds of grey masks and black silhouettes
Crowd an empty sky.
Wails scream through mouths that have no beings
Mechanical, mettalic- flying bodies with cockroach minds
It is a war, almost feels like one
Will our human selves survive?
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