stripped down to my savage latticed bone
where foxfire blooms from the damp marrow—
i am the blight
perhaps it is mercy
to know when your roots
only know how to strangle
forgive my bleeding mycelium heart
climbing wild toward a buried jaw
it tries to speak through the molder
i am the rot
i am the ruin
and i cannot bear to bury us both
a slow mercy for the soil
May 22
May 22, 2026 at 7:21 PM UTC
stripped down to my savage latticed bone
where foxfire blooms from the damp marrow—
i am the blight
perhaps it is mercy
to know when your roots
only know how to strangle
forgive my bleeding mycelium heart
climbing wild toward a buried jaw
it tries to speak through the molder
i am the rot
i am the ruin
and i cannot bear to bury us both
a slow mercy for the soil
