I Met the Devil and He Was Pretty, Chill

i saw some floaters and then a rip in something that wasn’t there fingerprints of 12 to 15 fingers a hand cries of crows from another dimension black ink dripping, then bouncing back up in a half-full glass of aqua regia down the broken steps to hell i saw yellow headlights glazed over with “come here” he said and i couldn’t resist i zoomed in on his eyes and saw a fresh piercing in his pupil; sparkling gore and bloody wine and pure angel dust and white horses sacrifice without losing a thing borrowing portals from the underworld to use as a decoration or nails in a cross, like when he died and the blood rushed to his head