Emerging from liquid dense darkness,
A creature of the void, the netherworld
Hands cold, moist, long fingernails, her arms reach out
‘Child of God’ she whispers, amid the abyss.
Flesh rips apart under her teeth, the terror grows
Her eyes glitter, ruby-red, blood behind the iris,
The Flesh-Father spoke, his voice unhuman
‘Child of darkness’ — he wails;
‘Welcome home’ — his face takes shape
From moist flesh, in abundance,
A configuration of demonic terror
Vision or reality, perhaps both at the same time,
Revelations of light and darkness
Keeping the mortal waking world in despair.
I grab his head, close to me, holding him to my chest
Am I safe, or is it him, who’s in danger?
Am I the hellhound that was slain by winged justice,
Or was it just something within me?
Why, then, when I glance into the darkness again,
I see myself, an abomination, terror incarnate,
Infernal brutality, howbeit, my eyes glance at what?
