Hole

“We’re harpies.
We’re a three headed bitch.
We’ve been guarding the gates.
Now we’re throwing them open.”

A hole in the ground. They’re forcing their way out.
They’re singing. They’re moving. And they’re taking up space.

“This is a take over. We’re taking over.
You came here to look.
We’re giving you something to watch.”

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