Reinforced

The sounds of hammering
Echo over thick plate steel
Like sonar waves
As the weak spots are first blocked
Then sealed off completely
And retreat is deemed necessary by all the tendrils of self doubt
That spiral infinitely back inside
So that as you're locked in
Chasing them into the abyss becomes a full time gig

Reviews

[Leap]

All of our recent geek-talk about the Alien saga, mixed with your wording here, has made pictures of Riply and others running from Xenomorphs through an abnormally dark space craft carrying hand-held sonar units that won't stop beeping. This piece being from a Xenomorph's perspective. It probably has nothing to do with that, I just thought I'd share my random mental association with you. Do you want to make the sale Tim?

[DavidRyanM]

I feel like this every day and it's all I can do to keep my sanity.