inquisition

praises linger on the tip of my tongue,

cut short by the blood-curdling scream.

shivers race over my skin,

spidery legs digging into my flesh,

stabbing into the bones.

the hands of the clock remain still,

frozen in that hell-sent second.

prayers roll off my tongue,

dropping to the ground as stones,

ricocheting off the cold floor.

rain falls from the heavens

as if the angels are crying with me

but only i know that they’re crying out of pity,

not grief of what has happened.

gold coins sound as they fall into people’s purses

like rotten apples tumbling to the ground.

the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

it rings in my ears, deafening as i struggle to stand.

the heart quakes beneath me,

shaking with its own rage.

the sky shudders as it unleashes its anger,

raining down fire upon the heathen.

screams, like ice, stab through to my core

as i waver, my hands numb to the frozen reality around me.

i will make the world burn

and watch as it slowly melts,

lava dripping through my fingertips.

just to get to you