Anguish

The great equalizer arrived at the helm full of glory. Allowed in, permitted to stay. It snuffs, levels, and feeds its mouth—this machine enlarged by stolen properties. Shape is crushed, form reduced, a bird of prey’s wings clipped. Clipped! I never thought I’d see the day…  And the enemy applauds—“Well, done!” it says, as I fall asleep and wither in my very own Hunger Games.