bile boiling in stomach, bubbling up to the esophagus
shards of silver gnawing underneath the skin
prickling, burning, aching, crimson spilling, heaving
rays of silver emanating from the wounds
flickering with specks of red and white of tendon
from viscera and acid harrow is rising
ribs separating, allowing a bitter fire engulf entirety
an ashen vulture erupts from the bare depths
paralysis prevails anguish as its wings spread
with a daunting howl the beak parts in hunger
fragments of ash and gore spray in silver blaze
pure, no thought nor perception, transparent
folding back the rib-cage, knitting it together
tranquility takes place as the vulture circles
ears grow numb to the shrieks of voracity
abyss overhead and underneath, the chasm a vapor
floating in silken vacuum, ignorant, vacant, barren
consoling decay sweeps aloft like smog
muscles alive, flies gather around