Javelin’d Skies

Grotesque sculptures line the shelves.

Hitoyo was promised a hefty price.

His head, haha!

Gather the pennies, eat them all.

Grainiest parasites infest the storehouses.

Little girl, screaming.

Emerging from the house ablaze, her mother.

Skin melting, melting away.

Her eyes, dripping, dripping away.

A light so bright it bore through your skin.

The bones visible to her eye.

Dog chewing off his own leg.

Corpses hanging from the wagon wheels.

Crow caws above, a gleam in his eye.

Royals scramble to gain wealth.

Rats and roaches.

Fill the air.

Oh, it’s a lovely war.

I’ll make yoU BLEED—

Thumbs penetrate the eye sockets.

Curdle.

Has father come home yet?

Has he bore witness to the chaos?

Faith is lost.

Cruelties too commonly occur.

The religion itself gave birth to agnostics.

Prayer earned us nothing.

The rifle, yes.

The butt of it.

Over and over again.

Rammed into his skull.

Caving and carving.

You will be caught slipping up.