The Storm Creatures

by on Sep 28, 2016 in Poetry | 0 comments

We fly with the storm,
Spinning too fast for them
To catch us.

The fuel feeds us,
Keeps us safe
From the monsters.

But our world is shrinking,
Our numbers dying.
Collision deaths,

Once a thing of the past
Now commonplace.
We no longer live

Long enough to spawn,
Too many of us
Swept away into the ether.

But our greatest fear
Is when the storm
Is finally gone.

Where will we disperse to?
How will we live,
With millions of leviathans

Waiting for us
In the lower clouds
As they have, since

Before the Red Spot existed.

Christina Sng is a Rhysling-nominated poet, writer, and artist. Her work has received Honorable Mentions in The Year’s Best Fantasy and Horror, and has appeared in numerous venues including Apex Magazine, Fantastic Stories of the Imagination, Heroic Fantasy Quarterly, New Myths, and Space and Time. She is the author of several chapbooks and two full-length collections, both slated for late 2016. Visit her at http://christinasng.com 

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