1. CLINODACTYL

An instant of blunt trauma ‒ a word, a glance, a touch
The bruising touch of your fingers inside me and
I feel my Tendons and veins,
Ligaments and muscles calcifying within Me.

I feel myself inside me as you hurt I feel myself inside
Turning into bone ‒ every little touch, glance, word sinks
Into my skin, burrows within my flesh
And digs its claws Into me.

I feel you inside me, I feel the bones growing inside,
Cutting off all movement, curling my hands into claws, my
Feet into hooks and my spine straight as a sword through
My back cutting me in half.

I know I feel you cutting me in half make two in me
Imprisoned in me as the bones grow, the bones grow inside
Me as I grow a second skeleton and gradually
A glance, a Word, a touch ‒ my body becomes my cage.


2. AUTOSOMAL

(Instrumental)


3. OSSIFICATION

(Instrumental)