Golem 3

(five minutes before The End of the Universe)

Flesh and bone snap and pull apart as the monster reforms from within the dinosaur’s corpus. Taxchan feels as though its body is walking away
– the psychic pain of a blood-feud between himself and his conjoined twin when he was a Gurassan Half-Man
– it remembered being eaten alive by a giant cockroach as a hatchling sunbird on Hallos
– it was a Neanderthal woman in prehistoric Sweden, squatting and pushing and crying in an agony that tickled her face and somehow made the excrutiating pain of being unable to pass her super-robust infant from her womb and into the cold blur imperceptibly into a degenerate and potent pleasure. So she laughed as she died with her newborn's crown just barely peeking out from between her labia. Her narrow pubic gate crushing the head of the last, unborn Neanderthal: yes, she laughed at the event of her species' extinction.

Taxchan shrieks. It rolls and writhes, trying to abort the agony of unbirth, trying to dislodge this thief of mass, this parasite. The intruder begins to push visibly forth from Taxchan’s cloaca, the sperm-egg-urea-and-shit hole nestled between its pronounced birdlike pubis and stiffened dinosaurian tail. The intruder’s horrible face is pulled taut as he strains to pass through the all-too-small cloacal aperture. It is clearly Golem, returning from the underworld again. This is the return Taxchan had literally counted on - but not this way.

The face protruding from the dinosaur's asshole speaks, "I am trying to empathize. You are the oldest beast I have met in some time." He remains otherwise expressionless as he stretches Taxchan’s insufficient cloaca until it ruptures.

Taxchan tries to scream: his jaws fling wide open, but no sound comes out; his three eyelids pull back, but only to reveal his orange eyes rolling back into his skull. Golem, the perpetrator of this strangely inflicted partum, makes his exit – he slides out from Taxchan’s exploded pubis in one obscene plop, trailing stretched and torn entrails, blood, bits of egg, shit, and finally a limply distended double-headed hemipenis.

Taxchan arches its neck and lets forth a throaty cackle. It collapses.