The larynx croaks inward devotion. 

An existence hewn from varicose flesh. 

Palatal tones pass dimly outward 

from a slurred and careworn wretch’s mouth. 

Bereft of love, self inflicted. 

The molded image of a crippled whelp. 

Marked with a benign crow’s foot 

and wallowing in placidity. 

and from the same loam, I was borne and cut. 

wicked lich, spiraling senseless. 

Caustic pariah. Pitch smeared visage. 

Boring through you.