The fiction in the dark

Walk and cough dust
Whittled to a shell
Crawling on all fours you breed
Tower hides hulking forms hidden beneath
A witness to a crack in the skyline
It's the burning under your skin
The ants claim the surface to eat it whole
Until the host gets cold
We expect you to be forgotten
Left out in the wake
Under waves
Fade out
No longer here
Scene fades out
There are no credits to roll