Sheol Inverted
In everyone, there is a monster.
A darkness offsetting our gentler souls
The twisted cherub devours the begging sunflower children that frolicked and played in bliss infested meadows.
This fierce angel whispers my name.
Taking the form of an overlong, exposition tinged monologue full of monosyllabic sweet nothings in Kabbalic Hebrew and Vulgar Latin.
Raguel gives me a kiss.
Greeted with gold-tinged harp crescendoes and soaring soprano voices, I ascend.
Into Dis
This poem is the product of a steady diet of Neil Gaiman, Batman comics, and a late night viewing of The Shining.
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