Thoughts before the Last Meal

It’s kinda beautiful, in its own way. I guess. Especially how the spines shimmer in the moonlight. I should have noticed them sooner. Its voice is melodious and lyrical despite all the booming intimations of pending digestion. With the recent Apocalypse fresh in my mind perhaps I could forgive myself for surviving all that grief only to be digested by an overgrown antlion in a pit. A sudden realization that all those old movies about giant insects and rabbits had come oddly true brought a smile to my lips even as I was lifted to its. Helluva selfie this’ll be!

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