Raz
Bluelighter
praying to the eldest god
His null-angel appeared
phosphorous-white
featureless
the divine anti-shadow
wings made of kitchen knives
splayed out for full effect
dull grimey blades
hatching the tension in the air
He looked upon me
with faceless judgement
imperceptible white rage
His unseen gaze unlayering my layers
His incontrovertible white scorn
heaped upon my shoulders
His null-angel reached up
with chalk outline fingers
and tore Himself a mouth
where before was only light
tatters of flesh
now flapped about His maw
then borne of violence
though oddly bloodless
rows
and
rows
and
rows
of teeth.
...
*this is an exact description of a dream I had the other day....scary as shit!!!!
His null-angel appeared
phosphorous-white
featureless
the divine anti-shadow
wings made of kitchen knives
splayed out for full effect
dull grimey blades
hatching the tension in the air
He looked upon me
with faceless judgement
imperceptible white rage
His unseen gaze unlayering my layers
His incontrovertible white scorn
heaped upon my shoulders
His null-angel reached up
with chalk outline fingers
and tore Himself a mouth
where before was only light
tatters of flesh
now flapped about His maw
then borne of violence
though oddly bloodless
rows
and
rows
and
rows
of teeth.
...
*this is an exact description of a dream I had the other day....scary as shit!!!!
