The Black Dragon

I lay on the slab, alone
In my peripheral vision 
The unbridled and diabolical growth of the jungle
Closer, there are gutters for blood

My blood 
My body has been prepared for the infusion, the long belly is clean and bare

My arms are tied up and out of the way
Legs secured apart in a mockery of seduction 

I wait and I fear
But resolutely, I still my breath, the pounding of my heart

Then he comes
Huge, black, smelling of blood
I am a child next to him
His claws are half the length of my arm
His breath is vile
The sweetness of decay, but also the scent of desert wind

He snuffles my feet, my crotch, my hair…
His useless eyeballs twist in their sockets
And he brings one razor claw to my abdomen

Sharp as obsidian, he cuts a long incision
There is pain, but it is abstract
There is also a lot of blood, this not so abstract

In a cold trance, 
I look down and see the brilliance of the wound
Glistening redness and grayness
And blackness where the blood is thick

The wound begins to grow of its own accord, effectively splitting me
Abruptly, a stream of bright light begins to emerge from the gaping hole

It is so bright it sings

The light falls on him
Revealing his exquisite scales
Now glowing, shimmering 
The taut musculature of his enormity
He stretches and sighs as the brilliance touches his huge body
And he rubs his belly sensually against the altar
His colossal snout caresses the gaping pit that was my abdomen, gore covering it with slick sheen
Now illuminated as if by the sun

The bloodiest places of his face slowly begin to shrink, followed by his talons and body
As I watch fascinated, he slowly inserts himself into the gash
Limb by limb
He tucks himself inside my flesh
As I watch
My abdomen, bloody and swollen
With an oily black tail protruding
With a horrible popping sound, the tail disappears inside me

Within half an hour, my belly is flat again
The blood gone from me
But not from the stone table
The arms and legs are released 
But it is no longer me alone

Operating them
There is a new voice responding
To what I see, smell, taste

A new hunger
A new lust
A new intelligence
A new life