Wordle #214 (Audio)


When will these wounds clot?

Is it from pond or sea that

The umbilicus drinks?

I have no money and no morals.

I am without friends

I cannot speak of the DNA within

For I’ve no inkling to my beginnings.

A great many things will kill a man

When conducted in excess.

(Solitude is by far the slowest way to die.)

I have only scars and they alone entice me.

I cannot involve others in my suicide

However, impervious these cells to my efforts.

With each death the madness quickens.

I have broken men apart with my bare hands,

Bones a’splinter, organs slit from their casings

I am a butcher, a man rejected by death.

Today I am lucid.

Today I seek the one

Who has condemned me.

Poor, decrepit soul that I am

Do not hamper me with signals

With teeth bared and bridges asunder

Allow me only to pass

From these multifarious skirts

Into the great, abhorrent beyond.

Witch, skull-shaker

Do not speak to me

Of your unrequited loves,

Of your suffering

For it is my soul that has been stripped

And I’ve nothing left to spare you.


First let me say there is something up with my microphone which has given a very strange effect to the reading. I recommend having the volume low on this one. I had thought of scrapping the audio because my microphone is not working correctly but my reading is good/vehement so I kept it. I actually find the reading with the microphone effect, content, and delivery to be scary and I read it lol This poem is based with creative license on

The Nameless One