VANILLA ACRES

my heart sinks heavy in my empty cavity, pumping acrid, spoiled blood through limp, dessicated veins. a shambling corpse, the none-too dearly departed. my skin sloughs, fall-off-the-bone tender formaldehyde rot that sweet swell of putrefaction. come take a bite.

and i find Solace in the night envelops me that whole;

TWISTING and UNDULATING

as I make home in its guts, damp and spongy and entirely unknown but unspeakably comforting

there’s a HOLE in my heart spanning a mile wide yawning and thick. , it P into the INFINITE and aches with the reverence of time it chips at my RIBS it whittles my DEFENSE until i am a thin membrane between by HEART and the WORLD

U N G E S

But my heart does sit at the depth of this

HOLE

and it beats slowly in the ink. swallowed. fallen. so sludgelogged that the beats can hardly clear space. arteries squeeze until that beat echoes no more. the hole continues to eat.

i again felt that crackling sear of abandonment

3 struck 4 burnt how long would you love me?

And they asked of flesh rendered from bone, for a gallon of blood. Me,

I’ll find the HOME I’m craving if I have to carve it from my chest cavity myself.

so on and on it goes. Circles. ad infinitum.

an ouroborus of time and space. stretch ing and converging and becoming both the singularity and the infinite. it compounds compresses spirals until the end of the beginning of the end on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and so on and on it goes. Circles. ad infinitum.

an ouroborus of time and space.

oh, how i worship a choral song of gasps a hymn book of your sighs a song of your moans oh, how i i seal my devotion to you within my own flesh

YOU YOU YOU YOU i beg of you, my salvation, seal your doctrine within me grant me this pleasure beyond pleasure allow me to be your tributary pray