It happens under a clear but crying sky
frosted fingers tracing lines
interfaced to the void
another image, clawed
scrabbling it's way past your eyelids
a numerical movement, venomous
winding it's body across your scalp
you cannot unsee them
paradigm shifts
situational perception overhauls
in an already chaotic nothingness
It happens under a clear but crying sky, realization
you are not the predator
watching, waiting
but remain the prey