Offal Silt

I want to knife-fight with you in the Woods

under a full Moon

You are the earth

And I'll consume

Remember:

no gods, no saints, no Heaven

you are the flesh maggots adore

She opened Her Palm

and showed me a wound

not to demand to fix It

but to ask to feel It

She wept

and the Sky grew quiet

frost on spiderwebs

glittering traps

In silicernium

let the great work of the forest begin.

With a needle of mercury, cold and precise

look at the soil.

rich, black, wet with decay.

it promises nothing

but it takes everything.

she offered Her pain like bread.

I kissed the parting flesh.

I drank the salt and iron of her permission.

Baptized in laniatus

the peat is heavy with the scent of old deaths.

it wants our hair, our nails, our secrets.

these feelings

are Just ghosts fighting over our corpses

press your mouth on the tabum

two predators eating the same wound

let the fauna colonize our guts

We are the hidden ink

in a grimoire of roots

So let us sink where the worms hold court

Your open chest, a sacred room,

A garden of organic doom;

I plant my kiss in marrow-dust,

And bind our souls in holy rust.

tear away the skin, the muscle, the pretense

I want to see our bones shining

like polished ivory in the moonlight.

let us be skeletons entangled in the roots,

grinning forever at the void.

the ultimate embrace.

no more flesh to keep us separate.

Memory Is punishment

born to be sensible, forced to be ruined

We exist

in thousands of agonies, We exist

in thousands of agonies, We exist

they'll never convince us that this Planet Is not hell

but hell is lush.

hell is wet and green, a screaming husk

it’s the way the ivy strangles the oak

with a lover’s persistence.

Through the thickness of gore and the scent of the pine

No lace or veil for this gorgeous design

Only your entrails intertwined with mine

We exist

in thousands of agonies, We exist

in thousands of agonies, We exist

we are nectar with a heartbeat

beautiful

shining

filth