A ghost of a monitor, that I passed in a tunnel.
Half opened like an abused conker, forgotten. A shell. A clam scooped out and having its bare skeleton naked for the eye to see.
Lasted for a day, did not come back when I walked through the tunnels again.
Out it passed, of the tunnels it went.
Lasted for a day, did not come back when I walked through the tunnels again.
Out it passed, of the tunnels it went.