the children raw

I had a dream a plane made out of rib cages and earrings bombed our house.
flying over large and loud with silent noise, like whales.
Our one house seemed to be a whole town
I was the only one who survived
everyone was dead, except me. out of the
smoking chaos and shifting rubble
my father's old bible was the only thing left
the bible he said was so old it was signed by jesus
ha. ha.
i carried that bible away from the remains of our house
but it burned my hands
demons followed me with hungry mouths like i was carrying a sack of meat
the devil rolled a die, i was being used to settle one of his bets
god himself pointed down from the sky
and laughed.
a bloody jesus hung on the cross, eyes closed
already dead.

then i began to drown
again