Push, push, push — she pulls
The fire-breath from her
Breast, which quivers — so
Violent, like a shoe
Shines in hellish light,

It obstructs the view.
She clasps and reclines.
Scarlet stage is set
White teeth clenched with eyes
Shut to mortals’ pleas.

She squeals in silence,
A horned soldier that’s
Craving its fresh spawn.
Forgotten hobbies —
That’s the past that flows

From yonder portal.
It now follows child.
Long-lost focus, see,
All pain in a pile —
A blue afterbirth.