Silent Screamer, God-Killer

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Gnashes carved in concrete —

stains of desperation,

relentless attempts

to gnarl her way out of

this eternal chasm.


Unravelled depths 

unrivalled by

the Behemoth’s bite,

desolation’s fog

prowls in wait,

smothers every 

inkling of sight.

What becomes of an impenetrable fortress

who meets an unyielding force?

Only false hopes —

phantom-slick and writhing —

slither through the cracks,

painting illusions 

in chiaroscuro glow

on stone-cold parapets.



Gnashing her teeth,

she rends gashes —

ripping her nail beds

clean from flesh.

She, the silent screamer 

summons the inner god-killer,  

swearing an oath of death.


She will revive the ruins,

alchemise void and vacuum

into a forest of vastness —

a cathedral forged 

from obsidian splinters 

born of dust and rupture.


The séance is sealed by sacrifice.

At long last, she surrenders,

      down, 

   down, 

down, 

her vessel plummets

through Lethe’s blackwater deep.


Her skeleton shatters

against the maw of oblivion, 

and out her spirit flows —

Hadean lava, 

through gaping fissures 

of what once dared 

to cage her.




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