Vermicular Heritage
Calcified remnants of forgotten dialects<br/> Entombed in sepulchral cerebral caverns<br/> Ancestral marrow leached by corrosive modernity<br/> Putrefaction of sacred knowledge<br/> <br/> Ossified tongues<br/> Petrified in silence<br/> <br/> Crypts of elders drowned in fetid apathy<br/> Oral legacies decompose in shallow graves<br/> Generational ligaments severed by obsidian blades<br/> Festering wounds where traditions once pulsed<br/> <br/> Ossified tongues<br/> Petrified in silence<br/> Excoriated by the void's consumption<br/> Ossified tongues<br/> Devoured by progress<br/> Cultural sinew rotting in acidic tides<br/> <br/> Exhumed artifacts rustle malignant truths<br/> Rotting flesh of the past<br/> Roots strangled in necrotic soil<br/> Corroded icons of forgotten deities<br/> <br/> Terminal necrosis of linguistic veins<br/> Identity dissected on altars of uniformity<br/> Charnel house of culture birthing<br/> Roaches of homogeneity<br/> <br/> Ritualistic vestiges<br/> Primordial wisdom<br/> Ancient runes beneath urban cancers<br/> Memory purged from collective cortex
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026
Lacquered lung, no breath, no air<br/> Pale grain swells in a swollen stare<br/> Mouthless hunger, bloated tongue<br/> Hollow roots where voices hung<br/> <br/> Splintered teeth, no taste, no sound<br/> Pressed beneath and never found<br/> Fingernails in dust engrained<br/> Names dissolve but marks remain<br/> <br/> Bone dust laughter, oil-fed wane<br/> No decree, no sharpened chain<br/> Hibernation, vermin wait<br/> Rotting slow but not to waste<br/> <br/> Pestled marrow, cold leaf feast<br/> Swallowed whole by silent teeth<br/> The jester sings, the dancers play<br/> Grain grows thick<br/> Where bodies fray<br/> <br/> Name dissolves in lacquered light<br/> Fingers scratch but skin stays tight<br/> Dampened spasms stretched too thin<br/> Wood absorbs the breath within<br/> Veins in splinters, pulse unwinds<br/> Flesh unthreaded, left behind<br/> One by one the words unspool<br/> Filling gaps in hollow gruel<br/> <br/> Blind moths gather, drawn to none<br/> Father laughs, the pull is gone<br/> Not enough to break or fade<br/> Just enough to waste away<br/> <br/> Brittle shade, no weight, no form<br/> Held in place but never worn<br/> Drifting husk in dust confined<br/> Neither severed nor aligned<br/> <br/> Fractured silence stretching thin<br/> Sinking slow in air so dim<br/> Woven deep yet pulling wide<br/> Unraveling what is inside<br/> No return, no soil to take<br/> No hand to grasp, no ground to break<br/> <br/> Only whispers drifting pale<br/> Only grain that bends and wails<br/> Only embers weaving cold<br/> Only dust that slips its hold<br/> <br/> The sky won't fall, the bones won't shake<br/> The rats won't bite, the hand won't break<br/> No fire, no flood<br/> No fate to claim<br/> Just a husk inside the grain<br/> Once a breath but now a stain<br/> Once a prince now remains<br/> The door stays shut, the throne still stands<br/> The husk remains<br/> No blood on hands, no blood
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 05, 2026