Electric Kettles


Torture the water.
Suck the air from its entity and hold it there.
The alien, cutting blue light alerts you.
"A process is taking place"
Time pours thick and viscous.
Why can't you come to a standstill?
The water gurgles in agony, literally dissipating
Into space, literally being robbed of itself, while
Maintaining just enough to watch.
Tearing in places you cannot see.
A breath with its palms on the walls of a tunnel
Resists being pushed, for fear of mingling
With ashes.
The blue light says,
"If you fear you're next"

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