{"sf1_id":1589893,"sf2_id":"Rm00WLZm","title":"Ratty Batty","author":"torn_B_I_a_S","words":715,"posted_at":"2020-06-12T20:48:00.000Z","tags":["Alien","Alien Space Bat","Anthro","Bat","Ghost bat","Immortality","Mortality","Poem","Poetry","immortal"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1589893-ratty-batty","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Rm00WLZm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/be/24/be24fa3b-a3a5-470e-bf07-9b9a6b0bd109","description":"scratched out by Sylvanna a minute before her hormones finally fully spilled over and, elementally or just mentally, she probably got herself killed again. Oopsy-doopsie\nmight have been a human dude: they tend to be the cause of a lot of 'trouble' for this bitch alien space bat, got a lot of her blood, sweat and tears on their boots, soles and tongues, wow, sounds aaawfuuul\nso, this ratty bat, here, she's got a bit more (openly) on her mind than her humanoid and feral incarnations. Here's a glimpse.\nSylvanna © torn-B-I-a-S","content":"Can't say this with my jaws askew\n\nOr with my guts ground into stew\n\nOr with brains buckling under fear\n\nSo I'll get this out quickly here:\n\nI'm asking, sweet, why our divide\n\nIs one a myriad lifetimes wide\n\nWith all this room to live and grow\n\nAnd love...(Oh, here we fucking go--)\n\nWhat with this wild attention span...\n\n(Just try, you bitch chiropteran)\n\nOkay, just between you and me.\n\nThe whole world. (Right.) It works out, see:\n\nSo much room for your human gripe\n\nAnd for my daydream dancing tripe!\n\nWe're living life to different ends--\n\nBut alien space bats are your friends!\n\nGood listener, here. Watch; I'll append.\n\nGot books and beats to recommend.\n\nI'll spread my legs, for goodness sakes.\n\nOr cuddles, if that's what it takes!\n\nThe beats of cosmic wings weren't why\n\n(...They say that like there's others nigh)\n\nYour species trembles miles beneath\n\nWith circuits crossed, and toes for teeth,\n\nI might be short with you, I know,\n\nMy face all distant, quick to go.\n\nI'm not a threat. Don't be appalled:\n\nRBF, I've heard it's called\n\nPlus all these tongue-twist topsy-turves\n\nAre nature's ploy, or frazzled nerves\n\nLabels help, right? Got all adorned\n\nTo hopefully be endured, not scorned\n\n**\u0026nbsp;**\n\nAnd given wing to seize the day\n\n'Cause I'm the one in disarray\n\nWith mostly misdirected spite\n\n(My vision's blurring as I write...)\n\nA UFO's beyond my realm!\n\nI'm here to hear, not overwhelm!\n\nAnd I will swear, upon my life,\n\nThat I would never steal your wife!\n\nSo can you curb that resolution\n\nMarking down my prosecution?\n\nI know the ease of taking tone\n\nOn otherworldly skin and bone,\n\nAs well as how my organs feel\n\nBeneath a sole and twisting heel\n\nAll bearing down, fresh for the kill--\n\nRight, Sylvanna, maybe chill,\n\nThese guys are smart. They'll understand.\n\nIt can't all rest in my one hand.\n\nJust breathe for once, and take the rap.\n\nDon't lay this on my sodding lap.\n\nPlease look at me. You'll feel secured.\n\nI'm wireframe. Shade. Victory assured.\n\n(Come on. A shove could break my neck.\n\nYou've evolution at your beck)\n\nAnd yet you're banging pots and pans.\n\nThis solitary ass, with plans?\n\n'Space bat skulduggery'! 'Fear'! Such 'fright'!\n\nCut the shit--I'm half your height!\n\nPlus, those traits? My tail, face, hair?\n\nThey're cloned, not stolen! Look! Still there!\n\nJust quit your theorist predilections!\n\nCan't I just reflect affections?\n\n**\u0026nbsp;**\n\n(No. Freak's enough, here, I suppose.)\n\nAnd here's the rub. The coffer's close.\n\nTrust you're as much a mental rover\n\nSo mull a while this notion over:\n\nI'm such stuff as on suffering's made.\n\nEvery death a fresh cascade.\n\nPain, terror, rage out on the dole,\n\nAll branded on my very soul.\n\nMight this grant a moment's pause\n\nTo still a space bat's twitching paws?\n\nThe fear that stirs her half-wit wiles?\n\nThe twitch between her frosted smiles?\n\nSome notice for what she's been dealt\n\nMight help dilute this hate I've felt.\n\nBut selflessness is hard to bear.\n\nTry this instead. And try to care.\n\nThis much might be simple to grasp.\n\n(No great feat.) Watch her tortured gasp\n\nAnd know that with the breath which flies\n\nI watch that body, as it dies\n\nAnd feel the brunt of brand new pain\n\nLike hornets in my sky-hive brain\n\nI take it. I'm no fighting wiz.\n\nCan't do much. (Physically, that is.)\n\nSee, these are thoughts I've always culled\n\nIf there's a point, it's eons-dulled\n\nA prospect gnarled with knots and kink\n\nBack long-turned on the ones that think.\n\nIn words, it helps some more steam rise\n\nBroadcast to other pairs of eyes\n\nIt's read. Acknowledged. Sudden topic.\n\n(But dwelt upon? ...That so anthropic?)\n\n**\u0026nbsp;**\n\nThe way to cow a bat with tact\n\nOr what it feels after the fact.\n\nNot poring over its cognition\n\nJust how it cringes in submission\u0026nbsp;\n\n(Familiar ground. You listening, now?)\n\nYeah, chill your tits. Don't have a cow.\n\nThis one's a less self-centred moan.\n\nIt's made for you, and you alone.\n\nReceptacle of deepest dreams.\n\nA spiderweb of spectral seams.\n\nUnfurl me like a ghostly flower\n\nFor pleasure of the current hour\n\nWhile I'll wonder if my sightly feigns\n\nToward those stood on my remains\n\nAre ones that might leave an impression.\n\n(Never. To my recollection.)\n\n  \n  \n\n"}