Hanging on the Wall

Hanging on the Wall

Eclipsed by the intrusive entity, its only source of light becoming extinguished. Machinery comfortably settled into hibernation, accustomed to rest, being painfully wrenched into reluctant motion. Gears awkwardly gnaw for traction as if the undertaking has never been required of them before. As a rhythm is established, an unbearable resistance interjects creating a cloud of unwelcome debris and shrapnel. Now fully alert, the contraption gains momentum, its efficiency increasing exponentially. The violent expulsion of wreckage is now transformed into a calculated deduction of undesired surplus. As the attentive congregation of mechanical genius performs its assignment, its client slides deeper into its core. Without warning, all movement halts, dust filling the void left by the fleeing patron recently serviced. Light floods the tunnel, filtering through the dense air. The gears, warm and alert, are left to settle into hibernation once again until the chaotic awakening brought by the next intruder.