Week 3: Frank (2-0) vs. Ink (2-0) \\ Frank wins 6-4

[Ink]

Topic: A giant robot is walking down the street, killing people and blowing up storefronts.

When Natural Habitat Was


The explosions are so loud I can feel them in my chest
I caress my child against my breast and forfeit all the rest
Our masks pressed to filter breaths, spiraling from our nest
The vertigo shadows the shrapnel that sings through the forest
I've never known fire to roar or felt asphalt mold to my feet
Dampening the stampede of burnt flesh tumbling down the street
And the screams that aren't generous enough to be deafening
Reverberate through my head and carve caves into my dreams
The smoke chokes my eyes until my vision cannot breathe
Disoriented steps scrape the ground, feeling for braille to read
And then I fall... From my hands my son is thrown...
One scream blares over the others, I realize it's my own
A mad dash against the storm, the crash of hooves is nothing
Though they pound against my body, bleeding hands keep searching
Where is my son?! I feel around, finding only gravel and twigs
The hiss of a snake fizzles out, and then the napalm hits
Burns the oxygen from the air, steaks scramble on the frying pan
Trying to escape ground zero, flesh melting off my hands
And then I found him, cuddled with a blanket of red tongues
My tears boil as they come, sharp breaths cut deflated lungs
I can't move... In a foreign place, someone pulls me away
His beautiful eyes, replaced with holes that are crescent shaped
His skin resembled a mix of oatmeal and cocoa frosted flakes
That was his favorite cereal, he loved how the milk would change
Everybody loved his smile, but now he's missing teeth
A set of cracked piano keys with the sharps and flats between
Distant squeeze of my shoulders, several sturdy shakes...
"Snap out of it man, we need to move, it's coming our way"
His limbs were bent in ways that rivaled the twists of crazy straws
Fractured bones piercing skin, an empty tent a tornado caught
"Leave him behind, we can't carry him, we did what we could"
The robot gets closer, a hulking lumberjack, metallic brute
And it gets closer... and closer... and closer to me
And once it's close enough... He will return to me