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Hole/World

Dead wood trees Sun bleached grey as ash Like skeletal veins From a dead Earth Dried up Stretching out from this hardened corpse land Boulders Unearthly round and symmetrical Lichen freckles their skin The only thing that grows out here But green along the horizons A dead zone This wasteland Wasted land Mother nature was… Continue reading Hole/World

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happily drowning, we

Our sweet dream world Where we, the wild things, are Wolves in people clothing Monsters are we The sky above us is black Like our hearts Although moonlight filters through the trees Shining down onto our changing, writhing bodies Witches are we We do not wish to go We eat each other up Devouring every… Continue reading happily drowning, we

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horrors, like spiders

Spirit me away Under the fence And into the woods beyond Our sweet dream world Through the cobweb fog we run My hand in your hand But you do not force me I am not dragged There are dangers ahead But you hold me close Whisper sweetness into my ears Telling me if we die,… Continue reading horrors, like spiders

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roar howl battle cry

A storm clouds the horizon Like smoke on the battlefield Have I used that metaphor previously? Sometimes I cannot remember But of course I am not talking about a real storm Or real clouds or a real horizon There is no real smoke except for that which plumes from your mouth Tobacco sickness sour There… Continue reading roar howl battle cry

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medusa hair snake

Cold blooded Needing the warmth of others to stay alive A fire grrl seemed perfect for your next victim Medusa hair Snake in the grass Monster heart You turned that fire grrl to stone Cracked and crumbling Frozen and cold Mind in two Two minds All she ever wanted was you You wanna talk about… Continue reading medusa hair snake

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“run away, little woman,” and other such bullshit

You know what is pissing me off right now? Australia. Not because I don't like the land. Australia is a beautiful place to visit. It is beautiful to live here and we do have a lot of freedoms. The part that is pissing me off has to do directly with my situation. One woman every… Continue reading “run away, little woman,” and other such bullshit

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flower, when plucked

Flowers need the Earth, the ground, to be flowers But the ground is still the ground without the flower The flower does remain the flower, when plucked. Once a pretty little thing to look upon, but soon wilting, dying. The ground doesn't need anything to be itself. It is always the ground. If someone asks… Continue reading flower, when plucked

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I woke up with songs dripping from my fingertips

In keeping with today's horror theme, I will share with you one of my guilty pleasures... weird horror songs... I think they will mostly be Nightcore. But I might add something else. I dunno. It is all a fucking mystery. If you have any horror songs you like, feel free to drop a link in… Continue reading I woke up with songs dripping from my fingertips

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pretty little horrors

I want you to know something. I need you to know something... My feelings towards you are so strong. I want you to know that I think about you... I think about doing things to you... to your body... Bad things... Naughty things... Sometimes... I think about killing you... murdering you... taking the life from… Continue reading pretty little horrors

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Trust is a tricky bitch

Over the past few weeks, I have been thinking about trust. How some give it freely. How others freely break it. How sometimes it can take years to build. And how it can take one action to demolish it. I don't really want to get into this too much. I have issues with, perhaps, trusting… Continue reading Trust is a tricky bitch