I have not slept, nor dared to dream,These thirty nights, or so it seems.For when I close my weary eyes,A thing within the silence cries. No cradle-rock, no slumbered grace,Can calm the grave that wears my face.Each breath I take, each fleeting sigh,Is shadowed by a lullaby. A ghastly song I cannot flee,That worms its … Continue reading Necronosia

I was not born,I emerged from the breach in thought,From the unspoken syllable that tore the tongue of christ in half. They called it realityI call it a delirium of bordersA fever-dream of formA prison carved in flesh and called divine I have seen its wallsthey are made of sigilsAnd none have been forgottenTo slip … Continue reading Where Being Ends, I Begin

A body burns behind the lens,Smoke curls into algorithms.Click. Archive. Swipe again.It’s pain, but you’ll never feel it Children scream in JPEG flame,Named “Conflict Zone” with no known name.A thumbnail martyr, pixel-thin,Devoured, shared, and tagged as sin. Corpselfie, freeze the grief in frames,Hang despair in picture chains.Mute the scream, crop the cry,Feel nothing as the … Continue reading Corpselfie

They found the second body in an abandoned art gallery, shut down years ago after a fire gutted half the roof. Rain had soaked through the beams for weeks, and mold clung to the cracked canvases like decay in a museum of the forgotten. But this… this was unforgettable. The gallery’s central atrium had been … Continue reading The Vitruvian Corpse

Fracture the sternum with sacred contempt,Flesh tears like parchment soaked in brine,Each heartbeat a blasphemy,Each pulse a traitor’s hymn. She carves through cartilage to hush his name,No scream, no plea, just splintered meat,The axe becomes her doctrine,And blood her final tongue. Lungs collapse like defiled walls,Ribs unzipped by ancestral guilt,Sin bred in the womb,Now exorcised … Continue reading Split to Silence the Pulse

No one came to visit Clara after the stillbirth. She had chosen to carry the corpse. Not because she was in denial, the doctors made that mistake, but because something inside her refused to let go. There were complications, yes. The umbilical cord twisted like a noose. The heartbeat vanished in the third trimester. And … Continue reading Vermiforming

Vivo entre fungos e vigas tortasNa terra úmida do que fuiOnde até a luz sente nojoE o tempo não passa, só flui Sou verme consciente e covardeSabedoria podre na carneMeu grito é mudo, mas ardeComo ácido preso na alma que parte Não sou bom, nem sou mau... sou o restoUm eco do que não tem … Continue reading Onde o Homem Apodrece em Si

The rusted bedframe creaked with a slow, metallic groan as Detective Susan Appleby stepped into the derelict warehouse on the edge of the East District. Morning sunlight filtered through shattered skylights, casting jagged beams over the concrete floor smeared with something darker than oil. There it was. Center stage, like some perverse altar: a steel … Continue reading Man is the measure of all things

If we had no eyes,no prisms behind skin,no iris gates to filter the flood,would the world hum differently? Would silence grow deep?Would the wind become shape?Would footsteps bloom into meanings,and thunder into memory? We would trace the day by tone,morning as a low-bell murmur,noon a brittle clicking of heat,and dusk, a velvet hush? A voice … Continue reading Tiresias

I silenced the eye that dared to remember,Unlit the lantern that flickered with guilt.No more visions, only the emberOf truth left to rot beneath silt. I drove the pen through the gate of knowing,Split the flesh where prophecy nested.Tore out the sun from its glass-walled throne,Where judgment once festered and nested. Blinded the witness crouched … Continue reading Photonegation