Agony

The water crawled, black as rot,

A greedy tongue that time forgot.

It swallowed sound, it swallowed light,

And birthed a world of endless night.

The air was rancid, thick with flies,

A field of flesh with buzzing cries.

A figure crawls, the limbs they drag,

Bones are splintered, body twisted, like a rag. 

The jungle leered with jagged grin,

Its roots entwined with mortal sin.

Its teeth are sharp, its belly wide,

It swallows screams, it drinks the tide.

Limbs twisted wrong, fingers clawed,

The jungle’s laughter raw and flawed.

A figure crawls, his skin in shreds,

To the bottom, towards the stench of death.

The bottom laughed—a void of teeth,

No ground to land, just death beneath.

It strips the soul, it eats the mind,

Its feast the ruin of humankind.

No gods here dwell, no mercy found,

Only the howl of the cursed, unbound.

The river gorges, bloats, and grows,

On the broken things the jungle throws.