~Letters from the Monastery of My Heart: XVI:~

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~mosaic crimson desert glow~halo~Mister Mojo~errors of great men are venerable~more fruitful than truths of little men~ Nietzsche~I’m not your executioner~I’m not your devil & I’m not your god~I’m Charles Manson~her woods, her wilds, her mountains~Poe~

~Letters from the Monastery of My Heart: XVI:~

~Art of Denuding Self~

~Art of Denuding Self~

~Dear Lady of Letters~

I am awake in a night with no sleep whose black chromium edge has ripped the top of my mind. You sit on the laps of bible men, accept the attentions of gentlemen who do it to you but never say it.

The chisel of love has whittled away at me. I stare at the skeletal remains of my once fulfilled self in my minds-eye mirror, laugh uproariously at the remnants and flush them down the toilet of my spirit.

The sword has two edges, anger and shame. Prostrated, I take it into my mouth, thrust it deep and give it a twist. In a purging gush of blood, I initiate an expiation, a release from guilt and pain.

In a garden dark I am the howling man raging, my flesh pricked, punctured by thorns, sublime, my retribution. Far past the dare death of youth I claw at roots of earth, share them with my blood.

Dawn has no equal to my tortured black-hole eyes. I crawls away to hide. Lesser than carrion, I gag on the fetid stench, this ravaged corpse of night, leave it to the worms.

The only path through grief and the road to wisdom is to learn to become a withered and empty husk. I am blown through myself, slack-jawed and empty, a scarecrow on a stick.

~Tom (WordWulf) Sterner~
~Letters from the Monastery of My Heart: XV~
~Myth Potential ~
~Makin’ Music in the House O’ Blood~

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WordWulf
Tom Sterner lives in Redding, California and Arvada, Colorado with wife Kathy. He has been published in numerous magazines and on the internet, including Howling Dog Press/Omega, Skyline Literary Review, The Storyteller, and Flashquake. His interne...(more)