Beneath the dusty soil and arid earth
Your tentacles branch outwards;
Driven by an unseen architect
To create multifaceted monoliths
Of gnarly twine and knotted rope.
Your suppurated fingertips
Dowse for unseen traces of
Ancient reservoirs and
Underground lakes,
Recklessly reaching through
Unseen valleys and hidden troughs.
Relentlessly you twist and turn
Through broken pottery and
Decomposing bodies;
Greedily gobbling down any remnants
Of moisture that trickle
Through your greasy claws.
You take a sharp left through
The acidic limestone of a
Long-abandoned quarry,
And before you are able to
STOP
You breach the surface –
Blackened fingers going limp
As they blister and fester in the
Midday sun.
You want to turn back,
But the architect has gone.
Leaving you cottonmouthed
In your final withdrawal.
‪”Relentlessly you twist and