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Awesome: '(YOU!) Choose your own adventure' by Skull Man
Skull Man
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NeoToma likes this Post written by Skull Man
Towerabout a year ago
"Skullman writes a poem about the trials of a baby crab breed for battle."
blinding sunlight glistens through the lenses of a thousand thousand pulsing brothers
his tiny claws snip open the membranous shell
as he wrenches and gnaws and lunges his way past them, the chitinous ribbing along his back
tears their webbing like wet paper
first-born, he leads his brothers to the sun
and into the waiting metal fingers of their captors
holes are drilled inexpertly into their still-soft carapaces, milk-white from lack of sunlight
these will stretch and grow along with them
one day, too soon, the liquid iron will be poured in
lashing their exposed bone to a creaking wooden ziggurat
his claws are long, too long
a wet, floppy fin grips him at the tiny bone where claw meets arm, where he cannot reach
a blue-glowing cleaver swings down, cutting his claws to size
one day, too soon, they will be cooked to the silvery metal gloves that can't rust and can't break
worn by a dozen others before him
but today
his weeping, wounded brothers lick at their claws, cut and bleeding
the cold salty air stinging the suppurating wounds dappling their backs
and with eyes that have not yet seen a sunset
he coldly evaluates his masters
and he tests the snap of his claw in the air
and he thinks that their bellies shine
just like eggshells
