Burnt Offerings

fresh night, perfect insanity very dark, placid skies bring an end
no moon shining like the untouched ass of the boy next door
feeling the first impressions of a strange drug
Set: the leathery skin of a female straddling a furnace illuminates in blue
hands melt against its surface feel no pain kiss the burner; lips fall away
blood runs down the insides of her thighs
she tightens her grip on one last exaggerated movement
then falls to the ground a pile of ashes
the furnace stands triumphant over the mound
the next in line, a young boy approaches
he is assaulted by the flames shooting out like sharp tongues
of hungry animals of a hungry animal
the disciple now crouches in the belly of God his second skin removed
the boy lay sodomized and tired