Я Bолк

The shaman veiled within the clockwork.

Nov 16

Atrophy

I’m peeling downward
at my throat
and sinking in my skin
as it outgrows me
and falls off, and
the dirt of where I’ve been

reveals to me
a history
in tattoo ink and scars
while marrow boils
in my bones
and I preserve myself in jars.

And my voice has
unwound its note
and decomposed my thoughts
as I took a symphony
I wrote
on hearts and fate and rot–

rotting ‘way memory.
And muscle in
my cracked body
unwinds and shrinks

to leave exposed in gold
the lackluster matte
to my soul.


  1. tokinnn reblogged this from yavolk
  2. m-alyn reblogged this from yavolk
  3. tokinnn said: amazing. saving.
  4. yavolk posted this