Something you never think about

Until you have to.

Just assume. Just expect.

The old reliable.

Enough... without the thought.

A campaign of white mustaches

Against the tally of the blood.

Sliced open.

Stunned into submission.

Extraction for the total.

Looks good on paper.

Expectation continues

Counting down to the unknown.

You’d never know.

You aren’t supposed to.

No warning signal.

No static in the wrist.

The shape just changes.

The body takes a risk.

Now the other hand.

The pull of the claw.

The snap of the beak.

Rapid! Fire! Explosions!

Constant blastbeats!

Overloaded! Overwhelmed!

Can’t convert fast enough!

Molecular depletion!

Leaching.

Brittle.

Next time I’ll take it from your bones.

Next time I’ll take it.