Crystal clear, real life itself, a human possibility waiting to be born. The unnamed one waits, silently, pondering existence and the inevitable passage from one world to another. Eternal optimism sparkles in each eye…
…only one thing spoils perfection. That foul snake which feeds of some other, young yet older, entity and shits pure hate straight into the belly of the future.
Undeniable righteousness swallowed by putrid reality, stinking of regret for actions unretractable.
Suddenly, the façade of life shattered, realization comes in a vacuum of pain. The universe gushes through a crack in the sky and life becomes death in the blink of an eye.
Eternal betrayal taunts this profound innocence, threatening to show life’s final cruelty before the torture has even begun.
The sin-driven force finds purchase on yet-walked-on feet while the future searches madly for a lifeline…
…and finally all shreds of innocence are sucked out that black hole and only rejected life is left, raging for justice, to claw its way out of a world gone mad.
Groping, reaching, and praying for a handhold, anything to resist the dislodging finality of this cold invader.
At last a thought, brutal and pain borne, a thought of murder from a victim to be. To kill a now spoiled world in hopes of living to see another. Its thoughts a reflection of what is and ever shall be.
Now the time has come. Arms outstretched to the center of its universe, fingers ripping flesh in its last ditch effort to survive. Pulping muscle, pulling sinew, ungodly strength inches it to the end of the bloodstained sac’s limits, tearing onward toward its erratically beating goal. Violent colors flood the eyes as the right leg vacates at the hip, like well-cooked chicken that falls apart in your hands, and makes a soft sucking sound that reverberates through the cavern and completes the future’s hell. A spasm of hate/determination, its hand shoots upward, grasps the heart and wrenches it free, a final shock to the system, one more convulsion and then nothing…a dead world.
The sucking stops but the opening remains, towards it crawling the one legged hate, destined to avenge the murder of innocence…
…and thus the doctor, as he pounds on the woman’s chest, is the only one to witness the puss-like figure ooze loosely from between the young woman’s legs, and the birth of the next generation…