Abyss

She relishes in the sound of bones breaking like shattered glass

 that ricochets off blazing brimstone. Hell sets fire to the flesh left hanging

 on his bones, blood coursing down his swollen face. Screams haunt his ears

 because they are distant. Flickering torches line the surroundings, or is it the fiery pit

 of hell, where he will spend eternity branded,

at least for a little while. The smell of ash chokes

his lungs as he struggles to breathe, her eyes igniting

 russet. The heat kindles and smoke begins to rise

 as his searing body takes another round

 of Satan's sweet demise.