In an inner-city block,
a woman is flopped on the bed
of a third-floor tenement,
smeared with blood
around the lips, the throat,
from within the walls,
shiny black and brown creatures
that squeeze through silent lips,
or drop into ear canals.
Elsewhere, the building is alive:
staircase trampled by never-ending feet,
room above, a cacophony
of arguments and chair scrapes,
an interminable coughing fit,
outside, traffic noise
and people going places.
The world is no longer her business.
The tiny creatures that cling to her skin
have more provenance than she.
Whoever finds the body
uncovers a colony.
by Hailey McAllister-Brasier
... By some miracle, his apartment was only a fifteen-minute walk from where they met last night ...
Soft Spots in the Night Sky
by William Doreski
... You expect them to appear overhead / at any moment, waving tentacles / equipped with post-digital gear ...