my body welcomes your unholy spirit remodel my heart into a tiny house of horror explore the library erected in my spine vertebrate shelves overflow with grief tour the temple in my cranium dedicated to you my dark deity hear my desperate prayers witness blood sacrifices breathe the hope amongst incense smoke visit the panic room that toxic chamber in my gut where caustic chemicals dissolve my resolve to quit you despite the damage fractured foundation cholesterol-clogged pipes wonky wiring this house of flesh awaits your haunting dare to make me your forever home
unbalanced scales make my empty chest cavity ache on one side a feather floats the other holds my too-heavy heart the organ’s chambers festering with regret carry a history of hurt both given and received Ammit’s leathery lips shine with devourer demon drool yet the monstrous chimera sends my heart skittering any hope that the rejection means a happy ever afterlife vanishes as the organ tumbles into the lake of fire’s lava before I can salvage the cinders my essence becomes unmade finally lighter than a feather but too late to pass the test
Born under the sun sign of Leo, Serena Jayne is naturally a cat person. Her short fiction has appeared in the Arcanist, Space and Time Magazine, Unnerving Magazine, and other publications. She tweets @SJ_Writer.
If I reference the scene in “Amadeus” where Salieri burns the crucifix, know that it’s a compliment.
(Begin angry soliloquy…NOW!) “Now, you and I sir, are enemies….” 😉