Spaceape

victims themselves of a close encounter

desperate abductors

constructors

becoming infected vexed

by an alien virus

so alien so viral

living Spaceapes

creatures covered

smothered in writhing tentacles

stimulating the audio nerve directly

you wan’ come flex with me?

hallucinating senses

individually

insidiously

or in any combination rhythmically

shifting gears focussing on intensity

minds start slipping into familiar tracks

bending

warping interfering with the facts

sensory language leaves us with no habit for lying

we are hostile aliens immune from dying

don’t harass me for not behaving correct

I only want to slide my arm around your neck

interpretation

electrochemical stimulation

the sensations you feel are entirely real

all that we share is a struggle for silence

we no bother with no arms-house business

no shooting, no violence

sensory language twists snake-like a limb

flexible

versatile

curious like twins

transparent in the way that it moves

with sufficient memory

to cut smooth clean through you