#as soon as i saw zedfer's art i was seized. SEIZED I TELL YOU. by this vision of christ's heart being the earth

[brothersonahotelbed]

christ's postmortem

(inspired by this art by @frankcuntstein)

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Son of God, huh? well, let's see what you're made of.

the first incision, right down the Savior's sternum and blood spills out as freely as always. well, he bleeds like a human. a comforting thought. Doctor spreads the incision wide, show me your heart malice in his voice and he's getting greedy with it, hands groping desperately for the Savior's heart. i bet you're not fucking pretty on the inside till he pries open the curtains of his chest and

the divinity bursts out of him, blood-soaked sunlight searing Doctor's hands. it drips down the chest it is beautiful and terrifying in the way all divine things seem to be. Doctor grits his teeth and swells with pride as his hands close around the Savior's heart still warm. odd. he removes it from the body and now Doctor holds the world in his hands. she glistens with blood but underneath the coat of red there is no doubt that Doctor is cradling the earth herself, the heart. Doctor plays God, which is not uncommon, but he is amazed as he watches the Savior's heart spin on its axis, blue skies and white clouds smeared sanguine.

FOR GOD SO LOVED THE WORLD HE PLACED IT BEHIND BARS INSIDE THE CHEST OF HIS SON. NEVER TO BE REAPED. NEVER TO BE SHOWN.

in his hands, the globe seems to throb. it did not die with the Savior, for here she spins, alive as ever. she was made to be cradled.

Doctor glances at the Savior's empty chest. beams of warm, clean light are bursting from the cavity and oh. the weight of the world is making his hands ache. that is where it belongs. Doctor lays the heart – the world – back into the chest of Christ and stitches the incision back together. the light has diminished but it seems reluctant to go, as tiny tendrils of light peek out between each suture hoping to escape.

Doctor's gloves are bloody. i have the blood of Christ on my hands. he wants to suck his fingers clean he wants Christ in him inside him he wants his body to know the taste he wants to taste that which grants everlasting life but he is humbled now, having held the world with his own two hands. he is not worthy of the drink and he would rather thirst for eternity than know his lips, unclean, had lapped up the Savior's blood like a desperate dog.

Doctor removes his gloves tosses them in the Hazardous Waste bin wheels the Savior to his mortuary cabinet metallic and cold. a tomb of sorts.

before shutting the door, he gazes down at Christ. a handsome face. a full heart. who could resist falling in love with you?

he shuts the door with a snap.

and inside the chest of Christ, the world carries on.