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candle

poem with a memento mori skull background with trepanation tools overlayed. "the candle burns in your trepanned skull smoky reek of tallow dripping through dura mater don't chafe gainst your bonds the wax will make you better valleys of aberrant thought filled cleansed silenced lids fused open by leaking fuel eyes forever forward forever obedient a perfect automata til' the light is snuffed out".

lunar

every night i can feel myself losing grip on the world, i was born with veins full of moondust and the moon will take me yet, i stare up at it at and my heels wrench free of the ground, my spine pulled by its haunting gravity, dreams of drifting through the cold black, pockmarked with dead stars, and of me, lunar, of the moon, melded into the rock as an orbital ossuary, never to be heard from again, a glint in a child's telescope

nail in the coffin

they lowered me into a casket, we must remove the worms, they said. then you can live forever. my flesh, fatless and dehydrated, slides onto the bed of nails. my fingers scrape at the closing wood we must remove the worms, they said. you must live forever. in the dark my tongue writhes restlessly begging for water that does not even flow from my eyes but eventually i feel them the worms burrowing out of my pores my body unable to support parasitism and with no other host they die at my feet and i will live forever in the dark

woods

there used to be a forest near a house that wasn't a home and i would walk in the woods briefly ensconced from a world of knives almost sacred but when i returned as another a storm had ripped it apart a route of torn roots no sanctity profaned just dead trees the hum of machinery and a plaque in remembrance of a personal apocalypse

phantasmagoria

AS THE DMT HITS HER BRAIN AND SHE IS REMADE AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN THE WORLD TURNS OVER MEMORIES SHIFT AND COLLIDE MOLTEN CITY STREETS OF NEON THE STENCH OF HOSPITAL BEDS AIRLESS ROOMS, CHEAP PERFUME BLEND FOREVER IN A KALEIDOSCOPE FOR AN OTHERWORLDLY AUDIENCE HER LIMBS DO NOT MOVE FOR THEY KNOW NOT HER BIOLOGY BONES SHREDDED INTO PUREE ARMS HOLLOWED TO SERVE AS ARTERIES BODY RENDERED INTO A PULSING HEART DEATH WILL NOT COME DEATH WILL NEVER COME AN EVER SHIFTING SHOW FOR THE EVER HUNGRY VIEWERS

feast

Her tongue spirals out of her mouth like a corkscrew. Let's.. She pants, dog like, rancid meat breath against his eye. ...eat A lunge forward, teeth scraping his eyelids, her tongue rammed under his eye. She fractals in bright lights as her mouth muscle grabs hold of his optic nerve: The eye comes loose, rolling about in her mouth Augh she heaves. Kaleidoscoped vomit of churned up bile forced into his eye socket. You taste so fucking bad. What the fuck is wrong with you

diaphonised

there's an anatomy model at school with transparent skin dyed organs and bones and glass eyes, wet with isopropyl she's very realistic there's a pump under the teacher's desk that keeps her fluids circulating she behaves just like a real girl i hit her with an aluminium bat and the skin deformed and spiderweb cracks spread across her skull a waterfall of alizarin red like a human lava lamp i thought i heard a whimper but it must've been the skin peeling from the metal spurs hammered into the wall keeping her upright, unmoving they gave me six months detention i have to stay and clean the pump but at least i'll always have company

broom

i sweep the graves four times a day the leeches hide in the leaves they burrow through rotten wood trying to eat our dead in autumn i can hear their screams from beyond the veil and when i cannot sleep i take the knife fashioned from a fence post and peel a piece of my leg to toss to the ravenous horde a pound of flesh for a moment of silence and the hope that they'll gain a taste for the living

scarecrow

shiplog_1313 set out another satellite today they're going offline quicker and quicker whatever's out there is catching on but the decision is already made losses are acceptable we have to keep setting them out this one's name was colin he worked in the mines lungs barely functioning filled with silicates harder to fit the oxygen tubes but we managed he didn't resist he was happy for the opportunity to commute his sentence he will join the other scarecrows at the edge of the milky way may we never have to know whatever he will see

disguise

please i don't want to be seen anymore i don't to go out there my face doesn't belong here doesn't belong on my body but i can't get it off i can't scrape it from my skull when people see me they should see right through me, a hole bored through my head, a window to the cold death world with me in it, even a mask draws too much attention, it is just another face and another face does no good i want the negation of face of identity i want to be disguised from this plane of reality i want to live lonely i want to be a ghost that only exists in photographs i take i want to only be the self i have constructed i do not want to be perceived i do not want this i do not want this i do not want this i do not want this i do not want this i do not want this

slash

i pin his shoulders to the floor and run my finger across his teeth. wet. panting. desperate. i do not let him touch me or service himself. his fledgling wings flutter as i scrape my knife across his ribs, feeling his shortening breath in the vibrations of the handle. savour the anticipation then puncture. the key is to cut against the grain. i shove my cock into his unfurling guts as he cums. too soon. bad boy. you'll never get the heaven that way.

alone

the wretch walks home, alone, the trees only visible through long exposure, sniffling but it's probably just the cold, arms dragging across the asphalt, plodding footsteps taking it no closer to home, already discarding the trinkets . that would bring questions at the doorframe a light comes. over the hill. a car driven by shadowed head. the wretch flinches, hands before its sunken face, headlights flaring through glass, clawing tires briefly piercing through the howling winds of the tarmac blasted heath, and do the shadowed eyes see it, slinking in the dark, and does the wretch consider the leap before the light fades into the lonely winter

mirror image

An edited photo of a person with curly hair reflected in a smashed mirror. A horde of people crowding together lit by CRT phosphors crawl in the persons silhouette. Text reads sometimes it breaks

shadow

he candle flickers, unnatural i see something dancing on the cabin walls churning in the woodwork man nor beast could nary cast such a fearful apparition i dare not avert my gaze behind my eyes i can sense it peeling from the rot grand sinews of ichor just barely anchoring it to some antediluvian arena beyond these walls beyond the firmament yet it is just a shadow as the candle burns just a shadow as the cup drains just a shadow

grotesque

Heavily distorted repeated image of a rusty hammer layered with blood, a weird figure appearing in the haze.

haunted house

it is october 2017 and i don't know where i am the smell of manure at 36 degrees sweat stinging at my eyes its the humidity that gets you and an old family estate abandoned walls rotted or burned i almost step across but my friend screams at me its an altar dont cross the threshold as i retreat we see a light flicker on and we run until our lungs give in and i will translate this memory forever

cider

a clump of your rotting hair comes off in my hand your head wound a compost bin i want to preserve us not in amber but cider i want to drink in this locked room til i cant move for the cans and spilt alcohol coats the floor my skin i want the flies to like me before i become a corpse and for the world to find us floating fermented frozen a sideshow attraction perfect dead girls for a rotten dead world

possession

there are so many hands beneath your skin

cozy

Fake 4chan post 692548137 be a neet browsing the vidya and drinking dr pepper cozy as fuck bitch wagie mom knocks on the door anon im worried about you tell her to fuck off she starts crying doesnt understand im getting cozy with the bros on a friday night she still wont shut up i get up open the door her face is disgusting tears and snot dribbling down her face standard boomer femoid ranting i give her a little push her body bounces down the stairs like a GTA4 ragdoll arthritic bones break and splinter out her skin throat clogged with blood shes finally quiet i take her phone out and use her mangled face to unlock it dumb cunt has left her bank account open mfw i can have all the treats i want mfw i can be cozy forever did i win bros

labyrinth

sometimes i walk aimless through streets of concrete soul above my body cold automatic and though i stop it never ends

miasma

leechbound daughter of sodom miasma leaking from your pores death will not take you for you are bringer of death more sores than skin bubbling plague welts and veins full of phlegm vials of your putrefaction serve as a perfect weapon so you will be kept infected infested infernal

tangled web

i put my hands in you as you flow like water falls

resurrection

An open, grinning mouth amongst pistons, monochrome.

foliage

i will find you in the trees

hex

the fear takes longer to set in than you'd think, stood on the precipice of your own mortality, the past clawing at your brain, dizziness of vertigo drowned by the relief that everything could be resolved in one simple motion, and yet you linger, and exit bag tutorials and catch the bus chatrooms become what they always were, a joke, a balm to deal with the untenable, a reality easier to swallow than the idea that this would be forever, that it wouldn't actually get better, that you're not even cursed, that this is a banal kind of hell, the same one for everyone, that there is no black bile coursing through you that can be expelled through violence or otherwise, and it would be only much later that you understand that there isn't actually something wrong with you but it's too late for your past self, your hexed self, and though you try to come to terms with what happened to that other you they are too distant, too frightened too alone in a world they don't realise they can break from, a shadowed existence of being ready to jump but thankfully never managing it.

memento mori

in the park there's a path obscured by trees the only human touch discarded needles and crisp packets you can almost pretend you're alone and yet there's one tree surrounded with bouquets sodden with rain inked grief running into the soil and you, stood in the memory of a strangers favourite place

illusion

A gigantic angel intersected by a rainbow, reflected in the water. i have to believe that this isn't real

tomb

FOR YOUR CRIMES i walk alone on this dead rock YOUR CONSCIOUSNESS WILL BE EJECTED senses cut off by metal skin BROADCAST INTO A MINING ROBOT tomb body for a tomb planet TO WORK ON THE PLANES OF MARS i lie on the mound of machine corpses UNTIL YOUR SENTENCE ENDS and wait for my batteries to run out

hayride

HAUNTED HILL FARM HOME OF THE HARROWGATE HAMMER MURDERS The hammer drove the nail into Grahams tongue, nine inches of rusted metal piercing through flesh, bone. The claw entered his hard palate, spilling his teeth all over the grass. CAN YOU FIND THEM ALL?

devilish

Edited witch hunting pamphlet. "Though the water fills my lungs and you could never find my horns I will see you in Hell yet, Christian man, your empire of hate will crumble at your feet, stained glass mere sand in your rotting fingers, and you will know all your evils as the fire consumes you"

halloween party

I WILL GOUGE YOU above a carved pumpkin

fight or flight

the response fails to kick in. the box cutter gets closer and closer to your teeth. she smiles at you as she extends the blade and you do not move even as the tip goes between your incisors scraping the enamel blood bursting from your gums and she tells you she loves you.

swarm

it only hurts at first

self surgery

the rot wont remove itself

decay

i used to fill my veins with iodide to protect against your reactor but now i hold your rust against my burning skin geiger clicks a heartbeat and though my teeth waterfall in blood down my breast i will live in this wreckage even if it is a half life and slough into you my star of wormwood

metamorphosis

a crt glows in the dark. an image of someone holding open their eye with spider legs emerging from within, repeated and glitched. slime runs down the tv










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