⛧ Glass Tongue Evangelion ⛧

Cenotaph eyelids / stammering code

my spleen writes love songs in Morse to the mold

a cathedral erupts in my scapula’s ache

as I fuck the ghost in the mouth of the wake

Dripfeed halos into my ear canal

“you’re holy now,” said the serpent in braille

sutures open like windows at dusk—

and all the furniture bleeds

I wore your name like a virus crown

spat ink at the spires of vow and vow

sever me slow on the altar tongue

I was never yours, just beautifully undone

I saw your hands in the hospice flame

etching hymns on the ribs of a withered wren

my tendons hum with a heretic’s pride—

drowning in oil, and singing like tide

Glossolalia in the waxen wound

orchid pulse / machine cocoon

skin like vellum stitched in tongues

“you are my ache,” said the hollow lung

I wore your guilt like a bridal shroud

slept in the gallows of vows too loud

dreamed you whole in a house of meat

now I burn just to make you repeat—

Confession tastes like nickel wire

bless my mouth with funeral fire

I loved you through the entropy

in every dream where you buried me