Living Night

Kristine David

they consumed
the darkness.

their powder blue ganglees dangled
at the slightest shift in the change of degrees.

their bodies were slathered in green glowsticks.
liquid.

their eyes oozed out of their sockets
slowly,
and glared.

they slithered their slimy tentacles through the encroached spaces which left traces of bright yellow paint.
they trudged the towering layers of fat undermining their skin which was too big for their skeletal frame.

a noise echoed.

they shifted their heads towards the sound.

an overpowering roar ensued.

a dark rocked building fell
in a towering heap and a deafening crash.

it startled them and some of them flew
and unleashed their bright green wings
and some of them sprinted with their disjointed-uneven-misshapen bodies
which shook the glowing overflowing dust
from the shelves.