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Locusts 
by Christina Sng 

They emerged from the rainbow,
A long row of them. Walking along
The cliff’s edge, one after another,
They plunged into the raging water.

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From the far distance,
I could not see what they were
Except they were humanoid,
Decked in different colors.

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Why would they enter our world
Only to leap to their deaths
Into our hazardous,
Fast-moving waterfalls?

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Then one head emerged,
And another. They swam swiftly
With the sweeping waves, leapt
Out of the water and dove back in.

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Were they from a water world?
Had they travelled all the way here
To inhabit our seas, with their
Advanced spacefaring technology?

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The next day, live video showed
They decimated an aircraft carrier
In a feeding frenzy, like piranhas.
They ate organic matter and metal.

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Soon, fishing populations plunged.
Boats and ships got attacked by
These mysterious creatures.
We stopped going into the water.

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And then one day,
A swarm of them emerged on land,
Flooding the beaches,
Covering the sands, like locusts.

 

Fiction © Copyright Christina Sng
Image © Copyright Alex Grehy

More from Christina Sng:

A Collection of Nightmares

Hold your screams and enter a world of seasonal creatures, dreams of bones, and confessions modeled from open eyes and endless insomnia. Christina Sng’s A Collection of Nightmares is a poetic feast of sleeplessness and shadows, an exquisite exhibition of fear and things better left unsaid. Here are ramblings at the end of the world and a path that leads to a thousand paper cuts at the hands of a skin carver. There are crawlspace whispers, and fresh sheets gently washed with sacrifice and poison, and if you’re careful in this ghost month, these poems will call upon the succubus to tend to your flesh wounds and scars.
These nightmares are sweeping fantasies that electrocute the senses as much as they dull the ache of loneliness by showing you what’s hiding under your bed, in the back of your closet, and inside your head. Sng’s poems dissect and flower, her autopsies are delicate blooms dressed with blood and syntax. Her words are charcoal and cotton, safe yet dressed in an executioner’s garb.
Dream carefully.
You’ve already made your bed.
The nightmares you have now will not be kind.
And you have no one to blame but yourself.

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