the doom slinger 9 act 1

the past 
rehashes
deep
scratches
within the
subterranean
consciousness
records
where Satan
fossilizing
buried
the deranged
the estranged
needle bones
of his
origin
in the
underground
sewers
where his
ghost were
now
socializing
had formed
and
risen deformed
to play
upon
his mind's
stage
in a
catacombs
nightmarish
pantomime

act 1

Mira
beautiful Mira
Lay outside
on the
dirt
beyond
hurt
at
the foot
of the
marred
steps
that led
to the
charred
threshold
that
Drakon had
carried
Mira across
into their
honeymoons
adobe
Less than
nine
full moons
ago

Mira lay
trapped
in the
spinning
cogs
inertia
of a
fairytale
death

Drakon
always
lost
his breath
at Mira’s
soft beauty
now
broken pieces
of his
heart
caught in
his throat
choking him
all
he could
see
through his
blurry vision
was her
silent
blood curdling
scream
her
dried up
tongue
stuck
lolling
playfully
cheekily
from the
corner
of her
rigor mortis
mouth
filled
with flies
hatched
from the
magots
of lies

Drakon
could see
dark matter
had exited
the back
of Mira’s
head causing
Drakons
world to
fly apart
the
pulpy mass
made it
look like
Mira
rested
on a
blood red
fly blown
plush pillow
her body
surrounded
by the
wreath of
stones
that had
pummeled
her dress
into her
divine flesh
till her
hourglass
lay a
bloody
pulpy
smashed glass
dessert

the
ground
swallowed
Mira
and her
mound
without a
sound
as if
she'd just
slipped
into
the creek
without a
splash
and
drowned

in the
groping dark
Drakon
tried
to dig
Mira up
from where
grief
possesed
he had
mindlessly
buried her
down
on the
corner
away from
little jack
mourner
in the
dried up
creek bed
that would
come back
to life
when the
primordial gods
seasonal
reigns
came again

Drakons
bare hands
became
bloody
worn down
to dem
bones
the
dry earth
drank
of his
blood
and ate
of his
flesh
Drakon
howled
Pain ,
Anger,
Love,
Hate ,
up
at the
moon
and the
moon
in that
dark time
reflected
back the
dark horse
Selene
to
carry him
along the
shadow canal
Drakon
had begun
crawling down
after kissing
Mira's
half
eaten lips
one
last time
before
whispering
one
last vow
into
Mira’s
chewed off
ear
then
without
even
the strength
to move
on
or flick
one grain
of a
dust tear
to fill in
the hole
he left
Mira in
looking like
Hel

Drakon
slowly
wasted away
wrath
began binding
Drakon
together
lifting Drakon
with a
howling storm
beneath his
emaciated
flapping
madly
drying
wings
to land
on
two strong
legs
beastly enough
to trod
on
the path
of
VENGEANCE
for aeons

Ⓒbg 2021

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