It just wanted a reflection.
Could they not understand that?

This abandoned warehouse did not know this
organism was loitering from another devilish dimension,
lost and confused, but unafraid, like a cat in an alleyway,
both wondering and dreaming.

Clinging to the ceiling, sheetrock, and walls,
four hooks and elbows sinking into plaster and concrete.
They are beneath a sinewy tent of peach,
layers upon layers upon layers of flesh,
wrinkled and run ragged with horror.

A tissue gargoyle fixed upside down, a nightmare icicle
never melting, always blossoming, and eavesdropping
on trespassers wandering sterile corridors and
tin shelving, rusted from corrosion, and a cracked roof.
This abomination has many gifts to give.

When it scurries to meet these visitors in
hammers of its bulbous limbs,
it sheds and shares, tossing its hides
atop these new friends until they are buried, collapsed,
and avalanched by sheets of skin.

They scream and drown,
tossing in this sea of tissue and hair,
weighed down to the pavement until they suffocate,
breathing in this counterfeit womb
from an unknown demon’s hide.

It just wanted to see
what it might look like.

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