Powerful

A mirror reflects a scrawny, worn man. The bags beneath His eyes are nailed deep below His bones, gray and tissue meshed into his pale complexion. Flickering lights coupled with fungi encroaching His walls. His sink spills rust. He has aged decades within months. He is alone. He is now alone. Yet He grins.

For He is powerful.

In His ears, ringing and shrieking and bellowing and wailing and sobbing. A woman without eyes appears. Pitch-black hair draped low, well beneath her feet. Like seaweed, it sticks to the ground. Her ribs visible beneath her skin. And she clings to His chest, with sweet whispers. Whispers. Only Whispers. Gaunt fingers grip and caress Him. She is carnal. She is grand. She is His.

For He is powerful

The floor crumbles beneath them. He stares longingly into the sockets of His belonging. The hole grows deeper and deeper as they fall deeper and deeper. She shrieks. But He remains silent, grinning. An abyss awaits them both. Frames follow, with images of others. This man is large. This man, brown sleek hair, tanned with fair skin. This man, arms wrapped around this waist of a beautiful, enchanting woman. This man, with the world below him, with a foot atop the clouds and beyond. But he is not Him.

For He is powerful.

A house. A large house. With lights everywhere, blinding. A roof higher than the horizons. Floors that cannot be counted. She bellows. She whines. She sinks into His skin, slurping and gnawing and teething away. A visible gap is formed between His flesh and His organs, still functional, still beating. His eyes leer, a strong gaze, coupled with footsteps. One knock. Two knocks. Three knocks. The large man opens. A beautiful woman greets Him. A carnal woman kneels within. He enters, knuckles and steel in His pocket.

For He is powerful.

A large man gestures. A large man apologizes. A large man pleads. A beautiful woman begs. A beautiful woman cries. A beautiful woman crosses her heart. A carnal woman leans. A carnal woman frowns. And He? He grins.

For He is powerful

A vehicle. A large vehicle. With lights everywhere, blinding. A carnal woman kneels. A large man smiles. Meat meeting gums, engorged with slurping and gnawing and teething. A beautiful woman appears. She bellows. She whines. A knife sinks into a carnal woman’s skin. A visible gap is formed between her flesh and organs, still functional, still beating. Her eyes once blue, once wide, once grand. A knife cuts. A knife carves. A large man gestures. A large man apologizes. A large man pleads. A beautiful woman forgives. But He does not. He mourns. He grieves. Yet, he grins.

For He is powerful.

A scream and a shout. Arms bleeding, or perhaps the pummeled mound below Him that oozes a thick velvet red. Pounding and pounding, a thunderous beat. And He grins. And He laughs. He knows this. He knows this and much more. A beautiful woman begs. A beautiful woman cries. Yet, she crosses her heart once more. Her eyes brown, wide, and grand.

A carnal woman grins.

For He is powerful.

(NOTE: This is different from my usual material, but I really wanted to write this. Sorry if you were frightened in any way!)