no amount talons in the world,
could suffice what she has scarred across my chest,
the bubbling blood,
with devils horns,
and shards found in supple skin,
anaemic veins now housing the body,
half blood and half oxygen consuming cages as chests for what lays cold within,
fight with bare hands,
protect my brothers bodies from the horrors she burnt us with,
the burns, bruises, black eyes
no love.
oh but no,
they say that heaven is under the feet of your mother,
so I tell them to send me to hell,
because not an inch of heaven could lay under the feet of the cursed