- Vol. 01
- Chapter 04
Inaudible priestess: I found you in the scrap-yard's darg mangled beneath bundles of razor-wire, stretching open your mouth in an attempt to scream.Your lips: pale-veined, bruised and crisp from exhaustion of miming the disc-saw’s deafening wail. Your eyes: bleared with cataracts of wincing to the mallet’s strike.
Founder of the darkest religion, creation's cut of itself through self-torture, I dragged you out through reams of oil and diesel pools,
removed, surgically, every barbed steel hook from your bloody skin then laid you out on the tarmac in the recovery position. The sun burned a platinum corona behind the crane's towering atmosphere.
Acrid and silent, the scrap-yard ceased its dredging.
From the invisible spring hidden amidst a thousand corroded barrels, - earth's deepest secret - I brought intangible water that was like light but heavier, the placenta of light, and cleansed your hair and pores.
Your first breath, your eyes, shuddered with repeated shocks of being alive, living, in a world of stopped machines.Beautiful Lady, you almost drowned. Mother of wonder, you are in good hands.