NaPoWriMo Day Twelve: The Starter

I can’t stop thinking about it

Living in my kitchen

Sealed in its jar…

Or so I thought.

It crept out one night

After we’d watched too much dark sci-fi

And the bubbles were more meaningful than ever

It crept out, right through the rubber seal

I knew it wasn’t supposed to be airtight

And apparently it wasn’t

Night-thief-knife-like terror

Squeezing through

Impossible cracks

I can’t stop thinking about it

Raining upwards like an

Impossible planet

Are you flora or fauna?

Animal, mineral, or vegetable?

You are alive, alive in my kitchen

You impossible thing.