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Pounding at the resonant head of my chest—he of hunger latches his fangs just beneath my jaw— not to sever silence, but to pummel poison. Tissue parts with wet reluctance, he with need more than malice burrows into the larynx of what was once controlled, fearful sound. Nameless, shapeless he who with shark-possessed teeth does not ravage— but infiltrates—peeling cartilage from confession, mining marrow-thoughts clogged in curse-traversed trachea. I am a conduit split open— voice extracted in ligaments, fibrous and twitching, stripped from the cords— myofibrils separatus tendon. Nameless, shapeless he! How does he so musically reshape what I cannot say? How does he gut syllables I do not recognize— yet still, convince me they are mine? With his guiding talons, my breath comes out red, heavier than blood— tastes of steel-bitten soul— boiled vowels that never knew air but somehow rise. His incantation: Spiritus somni! Spits into my mouth— a blessing—not! a summons—not! but a shameful dream behind my teeth like bruises that speak sermons. Nameless, shapeless he… He says I was never mute— only sealed for some latter doomsday… And now, with my throat laid open like a shrine, he listens as I blaspheme my dream.

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Pounding at the resonant head of my chest—he of hunger latches his fangs just beneath my jaw— not to sever silence, but to pummel poison. Tissue parts with wet reluctance, he with need more than malice burrows into the larynx of what was once controlled, fearful sound. Nameless, shapeless he who with shark-possessed teeth does not ravage— but infiltrates—peeling cartilage from confession, mining marrow-thoughts clogged in curse-traversed trachea. I am a conduit split open— voice extracted in ligaments, fibrous and twitching, stripped from the cords— myofibrils separatus tendon. Nameless, shapeless he! How does he so musically reshape what I cannot say? How does he gut syllables I do not recognize— yet still, convince me they are mine? With his guiding talons, my breath comes out red, heavier than blood— tastes of steel-bitten soul— boiled vowels that never knew air but somehow rise. His incantation: Spiritus somni! Spits into my mouth— a blessing—not! a summons—not! but a shameful dream behind my teeth like bruises that speak sermons. Nameless, shapeless he… He says I was never mute— only sealed for some latter doomsday… And now, with my throat laid open like a shrine, he listens as I blaspheme my dream.