10-21-15

10-21-15

 

Black heavy chains hung from the ceiling as a single light rocked back and forth. Its dull beams reflected off a sleek substance clinging to every link. I admired the copper pools forming beneath it all. As I stood over to catch a closer look my face appeared distorted in its thick depths.

Chest yawning with ribs splintered, I lay here. Fallen angels have nothing to fear. Removed was an organ that I no longer need. It was a loathsome rotting seed. Sinews snapped in searing metal's path. And flesh suffered rejection's wrath.

I again admired the flesh clusters attached to hooks, chains and rotating black cylinders that emitted an occasional bleak beam. The smell of bodily waste hung thick. Now the air was choked with something else as brick divided to allow another body in.

The wall shivered, its lips sealing tightly as the thing walked closer. Swollen pink tissue ballooned around crisscrossing barbed wire that secured its head to massive round shoulders.