On the Promise of the Moon
If this water could speak of the things it's washed away It would use a low voice, the type you use to pray But instead it's below dirt, fertilizing the plants You can tell where it's richer from a distance with a glance A slab of concrete Where I wash and consecrate my plate and my tools Stained with dirt, the dirt from a grave They're carved with letters, the letters form names Insects persistent, evеn in winter Chewing foundations, eating thе splinters Living off waste, I choke on the taste I cannot breathe and I'm up to my knees Concrete basin bath Concrete basin bath Designed with ancient math For far less obscene tasks A slab of concrete Where I wash and consecrate my plate and my tools Stained with dirt, the dirt from a grave They're carved with letters, the letters form names
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
I can’t see through the fields of snow, it blurs my path for miles A constant hail, it stings my eyes and chills my aching bones My footsteps fade, refilled with snow - I can’t retrace my steps Before I die, I see a face in the clouds that form my breath An anxious hallucination drifting in the vapor An ancestors tomb is vacant and I’ve become its neighbor Numb from head to toes Beneath the canopy of snow, under the silence of the storm It’s such a peaceful way to go, I’ve lost my longing for the warmth
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
I pull my hair out in clumps, I groan and grunt at dusk My footsteps feel like lumber tumbling from trucks Cut from ancient trees, skinned of all their bark And now I’m warehoused in, adjusted to the dark I see my face and mutter about my aging eyes The wrinkles underneath them from what I’ve seen in life And these images frozen in my mind I can’t flush them out, I'm flooded by my pride It’s not a nightmare, I know what I’ve done I still hear the sloshing, I dragged him through the snow I know I could have saved him, I don’t think I’m not wrong The urge just overtook me, the rage was just too strong Gorging on a grudge
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
At the speed of molten shit, a swarm of putrid lies Self serving politics, excreted, they gather flies Flies that grew from tiny worms inside the eyes of roadkill The maggots in your mind, squirming, they squeeze just to exist A cesspool of deception is funneled through your wits A mastermind, you’ve bastardized the trust that they deposit They’ve got one hand behind their back, the other one’s in your pocket You’ve dug it up for good, a hatchеt handle made of rotted wood A dull and rusty bladе is still enough to leave you flayed And displayed as a warning post to those who’d let manure flow all over me
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
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Welcome to the world you dug up, welcome to the world you created Welcome to the mind of what you have become now Below the grass, the worms they wander Below the grass, the roots of trees Below the grass, the soil's rich from the one I made bleed Churning below, changing slow into a paste - human waste Enrich the ground, never found - even the teeth, scattered beneath I’ve tried to let it be, tried to let it breathe Trying not to dig it up again Beyond these frozen fields, in a woods of broken trees Becoming part of the background below Within the womb of earth reborn as dirt and dust To drive on the seeds that are sown
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Reach your wings Spread them to my mind's depths Reach your wings Spread them to my mind's depths Perched high, calculating Cathedral rooftop, patient waiting Grating beak, feathers shaking An avian lust, no satiating In an eye like a bead of glass A hair pin focus on a blade of grass Savagery is a simple task As the violated vermin breathes its last To pierce a bloated belly To cut off its head To sip the cranial jelly Before it's even dead Reach your wings Spread them to my mind's dеpths Reach your wings Spread them to my mind's dеpths Spread them to my mind's depths To pierce a bloated belly To cut off its head To sip the cranial jelly Before it's even dead Thrashed like a toy in field Ripped to shreds as it dies in fear, alone Abandoned by its own, afraid to help The last thing that it sees is a black mass that shrieks And cackles into the night
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
Searching through abandoned woods after a month filled with floods Sifting for fungal abundance, shallots, scallions and onions Mud and puddles collected, a new venue for my dissection As I dig through the gulch - mildewy, acrid mulch Expose my lungs to the spores, the last thing I see is the floor The roots of the towering trees, I stagger and crawl to my knees Sneezing and coughing, wheeze Disruption, disgorgement, disease Is this the fungus I wanted? Why do I feel so close to death? Blinded, gasping for air, stinging my throat with its hairs
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026
A billowing wind that stings my eyes Brings from the distance a vicious tide I smell a musk in the distant sea Turbulent storm in its infancy On the promise of the moon I rely to fill my nets (Nets) As the waters flush forward shellfish I fight not to become selfish Into dark, gathering bait Another night of this fate On the promise of the moon For those who have gone too soon On the promise of the moon From life's tree they have been pruned On the promise of the moon I rely to fill my nets Hook in mouth, gut them out Then use the leftovers to fertilize ground
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 14, 2026