Tiny Tuesday – “Xenomorph”

7 Aug

Our heartbeats are one, the Mother’s and mine. I am the Mother and she is me. I am nothing, and she is all.

She speaks to us now, as she spoke to us in the womb. Food, says Mother, and we shriek in delight. Pale ones, says Mother, and we catch their scent. Close, says Mother, and we watch them scurry below. Their fire cannot hurt us. We are born in the dark, and the dark is our home. The pale ones know nothing of the dark. We can smell the putrid stink of their fear.

Kill, says Mother.

We obey.

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