Acid Guzzler

Blade Cruncher.

Chomping on knives made from sandpaper.

Gnawing on death between barbed jaws.

My spine splinters under bone breaking fingers,

Bones,

Bones crumbling,

Bones shattering.

You

Pucker my poison ivy skin with retched rawness.

Red and white and white red,

Making tessellations of my flesh.

Rifting ruptures in throbbing tissues under stains left by you-know-who

You bullet binger.

Ripping my form in two.

Splitting slits through stinging spit.

You acid guzzler.

You make me ill.

Tearing tendons, they fray like rope.

Each fragment a shard of grass

scarring as a scalpel

Sharp as glass.

Jutting out of the holes you tore years before.

My blood seethes and seeps from every precipice.

Spasming in sickness, rattling my gut as it pours.

Draining my form.

The lava pools about my limbs.

Smothering us in scales of red.

Honest, pure iron rusting red,

Red you can smell.

Red you can taste.

Red to the point of blackness

Blackness saturated to blue.

My bruises scream memories of you.

You razor reaper.

You disturb me, neck popping, lung piercing

Ghastly white creature.

With skin stretched across bone

And a translucent tone.

I see through you.

You spine freezer.

I see your chest.

Hollow

Bones with nothing to protect

And a white stone where your heart should be.

Dried and withered,

You turn to me.

You blood boiler.

One last breath.

One stamp on my chest.

Crack.

Burst.

Sizzle.

Burning, bubbling, blistering I scream from a mass of pain.

Real pain.

Real tear out your insides, twist them inside out and swallow them back down, pain.

A fist to the throat and I’m gone.

You.

You blood boiler.

You spine freezer.

You razor reaper.

You acid guzzler.

You bullet binger.

You blade cruncher.

You

You have won.