Vance

Posted Saturday, June 10, 2023

10mo

INFP

Leo

fragmenting

archnemesis summoned by stress blood, i worship the bad all-father with unflagging internal chants & strings of fine verse folkish gods follow bloodlines; my hereditary sickness screams with their speech my skull is burnt cedar, split by an adze, hollowed out. the transformation is an anguish, beginning with full auto fury & fixed bayonet banzai but by early afternoon my mind disintegrates, my armour fades, my arms slip from my shaking clutches, clattering upon concrete as i stumble down the street with salt-water streaming the voice is confused, attempting to walk in our body, but the flesh falters, the brain is sludge and its lids sink in fatigue, spacing out or falling asleep at its desk. the voice continues to dialogue above my decomposing mind ::: when i awake i am unrested, teeth sore from grinding. a greyness. whatever had been good is gone for now becoming certain that i am in some form of hell, because while these pill-bugs laugh with putrid gills, i am heaped upon with endless harvests and less bread the voice returns softly, saying it’s time to rest, pray, be holy and let it carry us, as it had over hills with heavy packs, and other unsavory ordeals. it assaults the vampires who live on my sacred blood by bursts of fury, cold calculations and red visioned retorts. i rest and pray while it parries, i am it and not separate