the demon shows you yourself

fucking kill me,
you chirp between
broken teeth,
just kill me!

it threads it fingers
between the fat,
separating
tissue
as it makes a puppet of
your leather,
a blanket
from your gore.

and the pain is
so much more
than a simple
flash.
it sinks into your
entirety,
becomes a part
of your being.

and when you think
you can't take any more,
it shudders the misery
deeper
until all you can feel
is the Hell with which it
speaks.

the spaces between your limbs
disjoint
and pull apart
and the tendons
stretch
as the muscle
tears
farther than you ever thought
possible.

just before you scream again,
the thing remedies your
tongue from
between your jagged teeth
and sinks
its claws that much deeper
to make you dance
from the fire of its flesh.

the white heat
tingles
somewhere you've
never
experienced before
and you feel something pulling away
as the demon shows
your body prone,
holding your head above your severed shell.

and this is Hell
because you can't stop
living.

moan.