Catacombs

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Catacombs

The catacombs were

Formed sixteen years before,

A half-life ago

When dust began to rise

From womb-like structures.

The new skin, untested,

Has memory banks

Still to discard.

Staying below is easy;

Emerging, moth-like,

And swarming

Among faceless

Arms and legs

Palpitates the heart.

In this swarm of disembodied limbs,

Words wither and are

Thrown numbly at

Spirits with sorrowful lips.