Tongueless the syllables weep in molasses-bled vowels, clotted in crania—vesperlit shorn— as vipers vowelfold through scalp's parchment, gnawing lexemes from cortex to dusk.
Bleedthrum. Lip-seam split by lamentclots, viscera-ink drafts psalms in occluded red: a syntax of silence, molted in veins, each sentence a fang, each verb: stone.
She un-screams. Meta-marrow hymns cascade in unspoken declensions— “fractio,” “exulceratio,” “nex.” A grammatology of necrotic syntax, etched by serpents’ tongues into marrow’s palimpsest.
Lid-sewn gaze— not seeing but un-being, not death, but the grammar that bleeds into it.
In the echoless vestibule of throat, no tongue dares conjugate such stillness.
And yet—
a jaw unhinged, spilling punctuated blood as ellipsis. ellipsis. ellipsis.
