scavengers.scavengers. by iscariotic
did you hear?
i remember back when the machine still breathed. when i close my eyes i can still taste her oil in my teeth.
when she rustled, i heard.
i am a reminder of the old city. common times all commonplace in the rubble of her breast.
i've still got her fight in me.
when the city ceased to be and all the weak were glazed, there was a war. a very small war, but it was war nonetheless. i fought this war. it was all selfish-- every man for himself. flesh versus metal, teeth and bone and blood versus gears and wires and synthetics. everyone was to blame. no one was at fault. it was not a question of who won. everyone lost.
she was hungry, then. a voracious cadaver. there was never enough life to lose.
i was a mercenary, a soldier for hire. a bounty hunter. in this utopia, our utopia, there was an underbelly full of worms, pissoir in colour at its deviate core.
i never disgusted myself before those first days.
scavengers, filter feeders. we spa