the human mind grew a merciless being

no, i can not release it from this vessel.

i dont remember movement

bones, inexistent, if existent, empty

a mass of skin

“the human body”, mine, isn't enough for her rage. the not-good-enough body, i paralyze

but find a way.

i find that mind has nobounds, mind can release it.

and so i sit.

i sit, arch collapsed, feet flat becoming heavy, sinking down and through

my unscathed palms rest facing upward,

an innate acknowledgment

of God.

my neck hangs under the brutal weight of the head that holds her.

the head that holds splintering wood breaks and fires that consume lives entirety

in the heaviness, her screaming that

makes

breath

have weight.

makes tense breath ring.

doomed, glass fusing into her gums

fingernails dig deep to puncture, slowly tearing skin away

body once recognizable becomes something horrible

inner tumors release and cry

she cries the cry of thousands

devastated, my walls bleed

home mauled, carved through, kissed by her bite,

mangled, inhuman grasp

her inhuman eyes, bulbs glossed over

cheeks round and filled with flesh

once swallowed,

demolition concludes.

undeniably. she is inhuman.

…

but her hands:

human

she sits and drinks from her human hands.

she drinks holy water

look through her eyes.

be consumed.

do i recognize them?

it is this. contact.

feel it, really, physically, i can

my heart is beating

my muscles are sore

look down.

my fingers, clenched

red

her fingers,

clenched,

red