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lamiaher body is a cemetery landscape
hung gnarled like october trees
shaking loose in vast autumnal gales
fertile, haunted mother earth,
she whispers, fertile mother
mother of the tombs
fertile, haunted mother earth
but haunted by a barren womb
a birthmark to birth clots of blood
and sickly, bloodless sons
fertile for her monsters
and her ghosts
she hides when daylight comes
the huntedit pained her,
like a lamb
from hungry wolves.
she had birthmarks
so unique, her bones ached
to escape her soul and cage,
but every mark of death
is what the animals were after.
Contradiction TWShe leapt from a window to fly for once, naked as she landed on the hood of a moving car. She had relished the secrets of every suicide attempt, slitting her wrists in a quiet sadness. Overdosing in a quiet sadness. Climbing the stairs to hotel roofs in a quiet sadness. Something haunted her in an unbroken breath of shadows; a perpetual deep inhalation that burned a vacuum inside her.
She leapt from a window to fly for once. I said, she leapt from a window to fly for once. She caused a crash in the middle of Times Square and died out loud like she never lived. Miseries grew heavy in her head and the pit of her stomach, and the volume inside her seeped through her sand swept skin from her hot, hot veins.
She used to cry often when she was alive and dug her skin open and sometimes she screamed with her head against the wall, and
she leapt from a window to fly for once, but she didn’t see the mistake.
PandoraPandora cracks blue
inside me. I
toppled open crates to
a tired blood, an age-old
tale deep inside me.
Pandora shook her head
and began to scream, as
dreams bled out her nightmares
and I took to
of my skin
the body I was in
making dead seas
from heavy things
there is nothing beautiful about this.
I am the girl who opened chlorine chests
to breathe in the alternative
I welcomed knives and tried to break my bones
in doorways, and I tried to purge the demons
tried to starve
tried to carve them out—
but in Pandora’s trunk, I saw it –
in the rage and in the heavy lead & poison gas
I saw hope reaching for me from the bottom
I saw hope last but at the very least
I saw hope reaching me at last.
(Voices)She bashed my bones in with her kisses, slithered well into my ears and spoke of misery to me until misery became my faith. My fingernails rusted from digging deep into my skin, because she told me to.
Because she told me to, her screaming bled together television lines and radio lies. It was a static mess sans antennae so that the only adjustment I could make—
was with the medication.
She spoke with many twisted tongues, as if the woman in the mirror knew one shaky truth – you are worthless – in a dozen languages of devils. I cannot hear her now. I cannot hear them now.
But I wake sometimes into another shaky truth (or fall asleep, I don’t remember) with static beating blood into my ears.
rock bottomshe threw her body into walls
for a bit of silence,bit of violence
to dedicate her soul to shadows,
for the darkness,
for the darkness drew her jealous safety
in a box
in an iron cage--
she talked to moving cracks in plaster
broke her back with the heaviness
of rage. the shadows spurred her heartbeat
(will it fast, will it faster --
someday it's got to stop.)
the darkness crawled inside her
crawled inside, always always there
she tried to purge ghosts from her throat
tried to purge the monsters from her veins
but in the rain
of blood and dark
here we were, the flitting sparks beneath her and
floundering and hounded, she stumbled
and she fell
but with intention.
beckons her and writhes in her attention, in her
focus but she chose us over darkness, because
upon her landing she had realized, she realized
there's hope but not in arms of shadows
and there's bravery in light.
you broke the cogs inside you
by whittling your waist,
paling hard your heart until your
insides felt so cold,
you’ve always felt so
o l d
with your body breaking
long before you starved or
carved into your skin with dirty glass—
(broken bottles from the grass)—
you strummed bruises down your arms
because the vital organs of your
rested in the body of self harm.
you forgot how to falsely forgive, you
learned to live
with a heavy lead of hate inside your heart;
there’s something about fury that is liberating
something about hating them that’s easier, that’s
than letting them abuse you
in your skin—
every time you take the blade
you are letting them back in
every time you bruise
you are choosing them
you are choosing them.
sometimes you remember
you are part of earth;
recovery poem #13 alt title Swayyou feel like you sway like Chicago stoplights
rusting low above the windy city
your mother’s favorite city
but you have never broken through
the tall walls of airports,
despite O’Hare’s delays—
you sway because the blood
inside you shifts between its Junes
and its Decembers,
embers of the harvest moon wide
inside your wrists, a bass
you hear like noise – just noise –
you still believe you’re made of noise
and not a note of music
and that is why you cannot sing
and that is why you cannot play.
with one leg in the darkness and one
hand in the quiet light
you sway and sway between the two—
but seize the rhythmic day
and fight the heavy night.
on dandelions and other things...we weren't children after death
already sick at five and six,
in our lungs
we sold bouquets of dandelions
obnoxious yellow pools with sticky stems
you were charismatic even then
at eleven i was coke
and at twelve you were my heroin--
when we held each other close
while we tied each other's nooses
you drew blood from all the bruises on me,
you drew blood
you drew love
you drew blood and love from me--
i learned something about people, then
if i'm destroyed, i can't destroy
if you destroy, you cannot self-destruct
Going on a DietPeople are so fat. Why do we get so fat?! It's frustrating! No matter what we eat, we gain weight! I don't even wanna eat anymore, but I know I have to! Humans need food to survive! But I don't WANNA give up my favorite foods!
Some people don't care, or they do, but they take it out on themselves by eating more. I see fat people EVERYWHERE, and it's disgusting, but then I see people who are practically skin and bone, and that's not much better! Though I'd rather be stick thin than fat!
I'm really not trying hard enough to lose weight though... I need to REALLY crack down on my diet and give up some of my favorite things to eat...
Looks like I gotta cut back on eating other humans. *sigh*
a girl with a dream
A girl with a dream
There once was a girl with a dream; a dream to make her whole world pretty. She put on her smile and welcome a change. the dream started small but she had to begin somewhere; so she made herself pretty. Picking up a knife set beside she cut her wrists. A beautiful crimson stained her skin. Her smile filled with pride. At that moment of true bliss her brother of the same birth came in. 'My god, sister what have you done!' he said in a voice of wo. 'I made myself pretty.' Replied the girl with a smile. 'and now I'll make you pretty to.' Taking her change she painter her brothers cloths with the paints he bleed. Brother stopped fighting and looked at his form; something broke in his head. Red like this was pretty and warm, flowing and dripping. He took the knife from his sister and put on a smile 'let's make more people pretty.' he said grinning like the freak he was. The girl laughed. 'But I want to make people more pretty, like when mummy died, she was so beautiful;
Eternal WinterMy eyes flickered open, instantly the cold wind hit me sending a bone rattling shiver down my spine. I sat up and propped my body up with my elbow and took in my surroundings. I was in a forest, the trees bare and black. White snow glistened from the branches, reflecting the light in an array of colours. Ice clung to the end of branches, the branches didn’t move, didn’t sway in the wind. Everything seemed frozen. Looking down I realized I was sitting in snow; I stood up and brushed myself off. I looked down at what I was wearing; I had on a gown of pure black and no shoes. The snow and ice underneath my bare feet felt like a thousand burning needles. “How did I get here?” I thought to myself. I looked around me nothing but trees and thorn bushes, I then realized I was completely lost. I lifted up the ends of my dress and started to walk, I felt alone and scared. Just then birds started to sing an alluring song, my spirits lifted a bit knowing that I wasn’t
I woke up, clawing at my pillows in a panicked stupor. Last night’s dreams had been some of the worst. I could barely breathe and my hand was clenching the handgun I kept under my pillows as if I had seen something terrifying... Which honestly wasn’t too far from the truth.
I took my hand away from the gun and sat up. There were bottles of medication that had been prescribed by my doctor after my last bout with my mortal nemesis. I had been badly beaten up, but I didn’t know how the incident had effected my mental state. It was bad enough that I didn’t know how badly I had ended up, but the fact that, even if I did know, it wouldn’t convince me that I was in such a bad place.
I grabbed all the pills I was supposed to take, not one more or less. I swallowed them without a drink and sighed. Hallucinations... That was the only symptom I hadn’t experienced yet... I had a feeling that was short lived.
I got up and went into my bathroom. I looked like deat
The wolf in the shadows (they called him Jack) Once, there lived a man who was a wolf, cunning and fierce and deadly. Although he was a wolf he did not look or act like one, so he hid happily in the streets of the city.
By the day he was simple, kind, and intelligent. A small timid rabbit of a man, and a gentleman by any account.
However, when the sun died turning light to dark, he would pull off his heavy veneer revealing the truth. He is a monster something far too hideous for the likes of day.
His hands were the guillotine, the justified executioner. Skilled and dangerous, they did as they pleased with no regrets.
His knives were claws, hard, shard, and smooth, aching to rip, tear, and slice into light skins, to drink dripping shades of red.
His victims, like him, were faceless hunters in the night. They preyed on the weak minded, pressing lustly sins upon them. The ladies of the night were cattle ready for his slaughter.
He carefully lured the ravens deep into the shadows where h
MEATOlder guy, wiry, maybe homeless and possibly unhinged, stumbled up to me while I was sitting outside of work on a break that was moving way too quickly. I looked up from my third fruitless scroll-through of some social media outlet and we locked eyes. He mumbled something, some incoherent slithering thing, and produced from a bulging coat pocket a small laminated piece of card stock. Never breaking that frenzied stare, he flicked it like a playing card so that it spun dangerously to the ground next to me. We exchanged a few blinks before I noticed his pupils darting back and forth from me to the card, a silent plea to pick it up, to read.
Have you ever gotten one of those postcards in the mail, the ones from some organization or another wanting this or that, money or blood or toys for the underprivileged? It was that same type of thing, same size and shape. Daring to break eye contact with my new friend for the first time since his appearance, I shifted my attention over to the card.
The Vow (Updated)There were giants in the earth in those days; and also after that, when the sons of God came in unto the daughters of men, and they bore children to them, the same became mighty men which were of old, men of renown. Genesis 6:4
(Over five thousand years later)
William's feet pounded the ground as he ran. The dark of the wilderness wouldn't shelter him anymore from the evils of stretching France. His crying daughter would give away any position he tried to hide in. The police would charge him for conspiracy against the king. But the gentleman that William was, his crime was far deeper. He saw the red in the captain's eyes. The captain of the guard, power hungry and shouting orders, had hunted William for a month before stumbling over his trail in the woods.
William hated that he had to run with his newborn daughter so dangerously close to sharing his harmful fate. He reached the outer streets of the city when he heard the clacking of horse hooves. The police were in full force now. Futi
No LimitThere is no limit to a woman's filthery towards a man who invades her limits. Women dont care for me, women just use me. A woman can take all life, even beyond his death to make him known "We dont care"...
this is It.
Human ShadowA gift…
What should I get?
Everything seems to be too boring, or just not for him.
My friend’s birthday was tomorrow, and I hadn’t gotten him anything yet. Too busy trying to find the perfect gift.
I decided to go to the nearest psychic store, since Peter likes that kind of stuff.
The place was just like a stereotypical psychic store: jars of spices, a crystal ball with scattered tarot cards on a round table, some crystals here and there, and possibly more.
I called into the slightly darkened store, since I didn’t know much about the supernatural, other than what my friend talked about constantly. I never really listen to what he says.
A little old lady came from the back room, separated by a beaded curtain. “Well, hello, little lady. Would you like some help?”
“I…” I thought about it for a moment, then thought, Meh, might be worth it to get help…
“Would you like a protective charm for your friend?” the
(Never sleep.) Carlisle learned to fall asleep with his eyes open -- because to him, the Blindness was weakness, and all the world echoed in the colors of his room. Lunatic, he was told, was the very word for him. Lunatic. Loon. Loony. Loony Tunes rolled off in his sleeping-twitches as the TV blared like melodic sirens. Sylvester peeled raspberries into the sticky, August air, and Carlisle shook at the nightmares playing in his head.
The chair moved, but Carlisle still slept. Unhinged from its haunches, it tipped over, and Carlisle awoke with the thud and the pain. He jumped to get his gun from under the bed -- but it wasn't there.
"Aren't you looking for this?" a tall, sallow cadaver whispered. Her eyes were sunken and black and her hair fell to her ankles over her thin white dress. "Aren't you looking for this?" she repeated, a knife in an unsteady hand. Carlisle began to inch backward, slow and steady -- do not offend the demons, he had heard once. Do not offend the
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