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The Mouth That Devours

Your breath, a wet knife in the dark
Carves hymns into my brittle bark
I am the soil, you are the root
Twisting through me, a silent brute
You are the needle, I am the thread
Sewing my lips to the words you've said
A sacrament of ash and wine
I drink your shadow, you drink mine
Oh, mouth that devours, teeth like shards of glass
You split my ribs to let the night amass
I am the echo, you are the cry
A hymn that lives where angels die
Your voice, a rusted chime, decays
Peeling the walls where echoes fray
I am the wound, you are the thorn
A bloom of pain where dusk is born
You are the hook, I am the line
Dragged through waters black as time
In your embrace, white moths still fly
Brief luminescence before they die
Oh, mouth that devours, teeth like shards of glass
You split my ribs to let the night amass
I am the echo, you are the cry
A hymn that lives where angels die
Beneath the skin, cathedral bells
Ring out in bones where darkness dwells
You are the hive, I am the sting
In cobwebbed chapels where spiders sing
Your hands collect my fallen teeth,
Braided in marrow, a rosary of grief
A mouth with no hunger, a throat with no end
Swallowing starlight that will never bend
I am the wound, I am the seed
Blooming for you while you watch me bleed
One moment of grace in your hollow gaze—
A flash of mercy before it decays
Oh, mouth that devours, I am your feast
A carcass crowned, a ghost released
We are the echoes where angels die
Swaying like hanged men as hymns run dry