Birth of an Angel

It unfurled its appendages.

Long arms that stretched out through the thin veil of its mother's belly,

Snapping at the seams.

Its teeth scraped together, a sound like metal against concrete.

A deafening wail erupted from its throat and a thick oil overflowed from it’s lips.

The smell of ammonia

A rotting meat seeped in urine, the stained smell of birth.

It forgo the comfort of its own flesh tearing the skin over its scalp.

A rich metallic taste crept over its tongue as it extended past its jaw.

A pale head rose from out of the tangled threads of muscle and sinew.

Its former body withered beneath it as the slits along its wings began to unfold and open to reveal a million eyes.

Each orb the color of an abysmal vacuum 

Its gaze swallowed atoms into the void at the center of its iris.

It continued to feed.

Feed to grow the hull of its endless metamorphosing body.