Trauma is a stone lodged in my throat
    Carving memory as it sinks earthbound
      Through pestilence flesh and contagion
          Blood, divulging my body’s secret history

Betrayed by blighted eyes, corneas bent
    In darkness, I lament youth and grieve
      Innocence, ripped violently from a tongue
          That longs to taste crucifixion’s nectar

I am mapped by thorns lodged betwixt tendon
    And thigh, skin blooming black, battered by
          Grief’s sickle, flesh swallowed in decay
            I gasp for rapture only to inhale immolation

Revulsion seeps enamel, deepening the
   Rifts of my jaw, hatred pooling in the bed
       Of my mouth, the taste of cruelty steeped
          In vitriol, I expel venom from crushed teeth

Anatomical infirmity hungers the soul, bones
   Stripped of marrow, transmuted death dust
       Leeching a lineage paralyzed through pain,
          I have become the harbinger of my fate