Have you met the love of my life,
Ginornginax?
They comprise of nothing but tentacles,
and 67 maws.
Whenever Ginornginax tells me, in their
completely foreign tongue
soft whispers of knowledge beyond my mind
I tell Ginornginax,
"Listen dear, I understand.
But the world isn't ready yet."
I turn on the TV, and Ginornginax and I
watch the news.
Whenever they and I talk about politics
Ginornginax says
that we should consume the flesh of every human on the planet.
I gently pat Ginornginax and say,
"I know people **** but I feel we haven't reached
that level of terribleness yet."
The night comes down and Ginornginax
shuts the lights as they crawl into bed with me.
Every limb wraps around me like a second blanket.
There is only silence, but from one of their maws
I get a smooch.
And I smile.
I love Ginornginax, and they love me.
Nov 6, 2017
Nov 6, 2017 at 12:22 PM UTC
Have you met the love of my life,
Ginornginax?
They comprise of nothing but tentacles,
and 67 maws.
Whenever Ginornginax tells me, in their
completely foreign tongue
soft whispers of knowledge beyond my mind
I tell Ginornginax,
"Listen dear, I understand.
But the world isn't ready yet."
I turn on the TV, and Ginornginax and I
watch the news.
Whenever they and I talk about politics
Ginornginax says
that we should consume the flesh of every human on the planet.
I gently pat Ginornginax and say,
"I know people **** but I feel we haven't reached
that level of terribleness yet."
The night comes down and Ginornginax
shuts the lights as they crawl into bed with me.
Every limb wraps around me like a second blanket.
There is only silence, but from one of their maws
I get a smooch.
And I smile.
I love Ginornginax, and they love me.
