tw: body horror
my knees weep, their purple hue give way to spilt prayers
and they taint, and corrode, and they don’t stop
among all that is good and all that is pure
my hands dig through black ash, dried earth, cracked stone, only then, decomposition, am i certain,
i know what the maggots know, and nothing else.
my head unravels. question after question. the left eye reads scriptures, tears through testaments, books, and golden halos. but the right eye sees burning light, then just darkness, then nothingness, then the emptiness of all that nothingness
my chest is a flower, sores and bandages pulled into the shape of petals. this is the birth of something new and the death of billions
shards of stained-glass crawl to me. in all their light and glory.
when they find their way inside, i will give them flesh.
deep into the earth, i pray. but all i find is a body, my body, a cruel replica.
i pull the glass from my wounds and pierce its eyes. I pull it out. It seems sharper and larger, the more it touches flesh. so I use it again. written in to every corner, my findings, the days that have passed, my hopes, my doubts.
this god knows suffering. if not one body, will another be enough? i have prepared my sacrifice.
i close my eye.
light seems to pull itself, from under the ground. even i can see it peek through my fading consciousness. but as it comes to darkness, all that i hear, is a whisper of my name.
Dec 7, 2024
Dec 7, 2024 at 11:19 PM UTC
tw: body horror
my knees weep, their purple hue give way to spilt prayers
and they taint, and corrode, and they don’t stop
among all that is good and all that is pure
my hands dig through black ash, dried earth, cracked stone, only then, decomposition, am i certain,
i know what the maggots know, and nothing else.
my head unravels. question after question. the left eye reads scriptures, tears through testaments, books, and golden halos. but the right eye sees burning light, then just darkness, then nothingness, then the emptiness of all that nothingness
my chest is a flower, sores and bandages pulled into the shape of petals. this is the birth of something new and the death of billions
shards of stained-glass crawl to me. in all their light and glory.
when they find their way inside, i will give them flesh.
deep into the earth, i pray. but all i find is a body, my body, a cruel replica.
i pull the glass from my wounds and pierce its eyes. I pull it out. It seems sharper and larger, the more it touches flesh. so I use it again. written in to every corner, my findings, the days that have passed, my hopes, my doubts.
this god knows suffering. if not one body, will another be enough? i have prepared my sacrifice.
i close my eye.
light seems to pull itself, from under the ground. even i can see it peek through my fading consciousness. but as it comes to darkness, all that i hear, is a whisper of my name.
i have so much ideas to make a game off of this :^) now if only i could code and make music ****