In Your Name

Chains Upon Chains Upon Chains Upon Chains

The sky burned black and white.

It smelled of rotten lavender.

Sweet, tangy locusts.

Locusts?

Oh right.

They munch at my legs.

It tickles.

It hurts.

They tickle my legs.

God damn it hurts.

I saw the sky open up.

I couldn't look at His face.

Where?

Here.

Where's here?

A bonfire crawled into my eye.

It messed up my insides.

It tickles.

I roamed the hallways.

Green, black, red, white.

Wings burned into my skin.

Branded?

It tickles.

Sores. So many sores.

His blood is the sea.

It tickles so much.

At some point I ran.

Ran cold?

Ran numb.

My legs were nothing more

Than a phasing blur that pawed at the ground.

I saw a door.

I reached for it.

I turned the knob.

Before I could,

A being appeared before me.

Clarity

Clothed in chains.

Familiar.

It seemed to smile.

The chains around its mouth

Twisted to avoid its gleaming teeth.

Its many, many arms.

Many, many wings.

Many, many eyes.

Many, many ears.

Heard, felt, saw me struggle.

I turned to face away

I couldn't bear to see its expressions.

I still saw it as it saw me, though.

Through darkness.

Through blinding light.

It hurts.

The walls screamed.

Screamed to me.

I couldn't hear,

Nor trace their words

With my eyes.

I heard the snap of metal.

A chain pierced through my lungs.

I could barely breathe

As the bleeding locusts poured freely.

A convergence of liquid pain

Surrounded my feet.

Tickled my toes.

Yet I couldn't feel a sliver.

Clarity.

I plunged my fingers into my eyes.

Ripped apart the locusts dining on my legs.

Climbed the last step.

I turned to face the being straight on.

With my gouged

Collapsed

Sockets.

God.

God?

God. You hurt.

The walls rushed toward me.

I turned.

The being snapped a chain

And hurtled toward me.

I turned.

The silent onslaught

Was pushed on with a

Current of burning wind.

I turned.

I turned the knob. And fell.

Green.

Black.

Red.

White.

Lamb's blood pooled to cushion my descent.

Kings rose and fell to greet my return.

Burning leaves surrounded me.

The flesh of first born sons writhed to greet my return.

A wave of darkness passed over me,

Closing my tired eyes

For the mission ahead.

I need to tell.

I need to tell.

I have to tell everyone.

And stop Him.