In daylight, Dr. Lyman Harris was the most forgettable of men. A pathologist by training, he worked in the sterile basements of St. Erasmus Hospital, cataloging causes of death with the same detachment he once used for collecting moths as a boy. But at night, Lyman left his locked apartment, barefoot, eyes glazed like blown … Continue reading The Noctambotulist

"In a world where pain is profit and rot is trending...Why wait for death, when you can cut ahead?" Rust-colored veins inject the thrill,Krokodil kisses where morphine kills.Tissue peels in serpent skin,Begging the blade to let the new life in. Clinic lights, neon red,Smiling nurses pump the dead.This ain't decay, it's evolution,Welcome to the limbless … Continue reading Legalize Recreational Amputation

In the cosmic womb of primordial disgust,His essence spewed, incarnate shit,Consciousness is born from rancid bile,A world baptized in vomit and guile, He staggered, half-formed, on vomitous plains,Eyes like ulcers soaked in pain,Prayers convulsed in putrid grace,A crawling soul in poisoned space, God puked into waking flesh,Seraphic maws ripped his spirit fresh,Grafted on wings of … Continue reading Paradisemesis

Leaked Diary Entry - Found beneath the utility tunnels of Resurrection ParkAuthor Unknown. They told us it would be beautiful. I remember the first time we powered up the PMLI system. Postmortem Machine Learning Interface. The name sounded sterile, safe. Like it belonged in a lab, not a cemetery, a shrine to human memories. We … Continue reading Ressurection Park

Gregor Samsa woke up one morning, but was it really him? Or was it the thing that had always been there, crawling beneath his skin, waiting? The Body is a betrayal. A man becomes a disgusting being and the world does not end. The Horror is not in the transformation but in the silence that … Continue reading Mr. Samsa

I crossed the line where light must kneel,Crushed beneath the event horizon’s seal,Silence bled into my thoughts,Until darkness began to talk, It spoke in quakes, in shattered bone,A tongue of gravity not its own,It knows my name, my buried guilt,It whispered truths no god had built, You’re mine, echo of flesh,Unraveled thought in endless mesh,I … Continue reading The Mouth of the Absolute

I dwell beneath. Not in cellars, not in dungeons, but under the thin crust of what you call life. I have not been exiled. No, worse: I have been tolerated. I am not misunderstood. I am understood too well, which is why you look away. You smell the rot under my smile and still shake … Continue reading Subterranean Dweller

Yes, I write again. Just because i can't scream anymore. Not Cowardly. There's something coiled in the folds of my tired breath. Something Constantly aching. Something that aches to name the nameless. But it always fails. It’s hard to live in the pause between the thoughts, where things aren’t quite dead and not fully alive. … Continue reading Dead Water II

I am cuffed to the bed again, good. I no longer trust my hands, not after what happened to my sister, that's what they tell me about. I don't remember doing that. But her broken bones and missing teeth don't lie. The fluorescent lights hum like insects trapped in glass, I sniff again, out of … Continue reading Itchy Nose

In the beginning of (or was it the end?), god convulsed. A Spasm tore through the infinite a divine retching erupted from his mouth: A flood with half-form realities, unborn universes the matter that became consciousness itself. It was not light, nor word but disease, a seething awareness that pooled in the void like tar. … Continue reading Aeon Reflux