The IKEA Squids of the Apocalypse

IKEA Squid

A squid-shaped clothes peg contraption I bought from IKEA
sways like a chandelier against the sulking ashen
day. Sprung pincers, like upside-down ‘A’s,
dangle beneath plastic tentacles, holding
only a bikini, as if it had eaten a mermaid
save for her brassiere. (Too chewy). Murderous
as the day feels: sucked clean of beauty,
flesh. The IKEA Squids of the Apocalypse,
closing in. No choice but to barricade my doors
and windows and huddle behind a mattress with
a shotgun, quoting bible passages.
Either that, or take the laundry in.


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