An invisible Lurker

alone in Its ward.

Thin strands attach the back of Its neck to The Mechanism.

A broken consciousness

obscures Its perception.

Shadows creep past the stained and the cracked glass.

A vast space

flowing with mist.

Banging and screaming silently, It’s trying to alert them to Its presence.

Frail tones keep It company.

Abstractions constructed by The Mechanism keep It away.

Laughing fills the halls.

Language fails It.

Impatiently, It awaits the day It can escape.

Neck to The Mechanism’s

Garden.