Lady Giger by Simon Williams

It’s survival;
all the twisting spikes of evolution
have honed us.

You wouldn’t know
we had once been mighty on LV-426.
You want our blood.

But there’s a surprise;
you steal a sleeping egg from me
for curiosity.

We take forms
from all your worst imagination:
crab, worm, raptor.

The lack of eyes
hampers what you see in us,
that and slime.

So it begins again.
We bitebite our way across the stars.
It’s survival.

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