Melted purple silly putty
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Out of its hard plastic egg
Oozing onto the carpet
Desperately clinging onto every
Single carpet fiber,
Gripping every particle of dust
Refusing to relinquish its hold.
Picking up newsprint
Backwards
Stretching, warping, distorting
The once clean lines of
Reality.
Attempts to contain the mess
Only enrage the sticky monster,
Now grasping onto your fingers
Tainting everything you touch.
There is no barrage of cannons,
No onslaught of arrows.
It just melts into you,
Melds until you are one,
The distinction a long forgotten past
Even washing your hands,
A tacky residue
Remains –
A quiet reminder of the
Chaos you’ve caused.