Black Translucency

It spilled over the walls,
the concrete becoming a dark, oil-soaked shade.
Masses upon masses of the thick substance,
crawling its way slowly down,
moving like a predator awaiting its time to strike.

The small, liquidy droplets in the trail behind
are like stained glass,
creating an eerie black translucency;
the black cat's footprints
left on the tall grasses of the field.

He was panicked and high-strung,
the staining sludge creeping closer to his level.
The wide eyes, the strained movements -
he wanted out immediately.
But there was no reasonable escape.

When it reached the floor,
it attained a certain color, one unlike those he had seen before.
It bubbled androse, continuing to spill forth,
the supply seemingly never-ending.
He shrank away, closing his eyes.

With quick and energetic movements,
he tried pushing, fighting, screaming -
all to no tangible accomplishment.
It burned, it stang, it ripped apart;
nothing was left except the Black Translucency.