“You are to be a god”
So they said
Reborn in flesh
Exalted in death
Hands at my back
And pleas at my feet
I ascend the long steps
They begged
And they prayed
So I climb
Until I feel bone
Rub along stone
And the billowing grit
Grind in my blisters
Until the howling wind
Is the only cry
In my ringing ears
And loneliness
My only companion
Sandblind
Starving and parched
I stand before
A great door
Yet cannot read
What is upon it
So my raw fingers
Force it open
Groaning and screeching
It spreads yawning
Into the darkness
There is merely
A small room
In the center
A metal throne
Twisted and alien
Yet I stand armed
With the knowledge
Of what I am told
Arrogant and uncertain
I assume my birthright
The heavy door
Slams shut
Bands of silver
Lash me down
Choking on panic
My heart thrashes
Against the inside
My body writhes
Against the holds
As a bulbous
Twitching limb
Approaches me
Pink and wet with shine
Dripping viscous fluid
It hungrily latches
To my penis
The warmth
Soft and inviting before
Red
Thin spines lance
Through the cavity
Twisting and severing
They flense me apart
Virulent agony
Echoes between
My hips
The rest of my body
Trembles with violence
My fingers and toes
Curl open and close
My eyes roll back
I think I am screaming
But I am not certain
Coated in gore
The limb retreats
Crimson pours from me
White hot flames
Engulf my lower half
When I feel a prick
From either side
Of my seat and
Red
Narrow pincers lyse
My testicles apart
Atramentous
Waves of despair
Swallow my thoughts
Heat pools beneath me
Dripping down my legs
Coursing around
The spasming veins
Of my torn feet
I cannot catch
Hyperventilating breath
Nausea grips my insides
Crawling up my throat
Projectile vomit
Runs over my wounds
Acid enters my veins
Red
I struggle helplessly
Vomiting
Upon myself again
When a cage
Strong and cold
Seizes my face
Hooks to my cheeks
Hooks to my teeth
It pries open
My mouth
Chills rattle
Down the base
Of my skull
To the marrow
Of my sacrum
I cannot fight it
So I howl
In abject terror
The sound
Like no god
Like no man
“They lied”
I think to myself
As a barbed caltrop
Enters my mouth
I cannot even beg
For mercy
Red
My jaw slams shut
Prongs thrust through
My gums
Chin and tongue
A click
As the muzzle locks
A clang
As the cage opens
My head slumps down
The last of me
Dripping away
I see what is left
At what I have
Been made into