Bashing with a passion
BANG
BANG
BANG
Cracking’s sure to happen if I
BANG
BANG
BANG
split
peel
Dainty digits pick around
Like monkeys picking fleas
Digging ‘round pink matter
Doing as I please
Shifting lobes to the side
Searching, searching, when I find
What I want to clear
Images of you appear
Shards of skull scrape my skin
As I grab what lies within
Pulling pulling pulling out
Biting biting biting down
Sinking teeth into my dreams
Killing you to free me
Squelching
Squeaking
Squirmish
The gore makes me sick
I take a chomp and juice squirts out
Like squeezing a fat tick
Gnawing
gnawing
gnawing
On this memory of you
Killing
killing
killing
Everything I can’t undo
Pictures fade and colors blur
As fleshy noodles slurp
Why am I feeling pain?
What happened to my brain?
Wrap and wrap, I patch me up
Sluggish arms move like syrup
Fuzzy thoughts surface when
I try to find what happened then
Washing ****** hands I think
I think
I think
I need a drink
Fingers fumble with a bottle
Anger sparks and turns the throttle
With practiced hands, I pop the cap
Wait—
Who taught me that?
Instincts linger despite the hole
Inside my thoughts, inside my soul
I killed her—
—who’s her?—
from my memory
Yet still she hides within my body
If I forgot, why can’t they?
Why does she choose to stay?
I need her gone
I need her dead
And though she’s now out of my head
She haunts my movements
Ligaments
Despite my best efforts
The loss of you still hurts
Aching in my bones
Pelting me like stones
I cannot escape
—no matter how much I hate
Who?
Mar 6
Mar 6, 2026 at 4:56 PM UTC
Bashing with a passion
BANG
BANG
BANG
Cracking’s sure to happen if I
BANG
BANG
BANG
split
peel
Dainty digits pick around
Like monkeys picking fleas
Digging ‘round pink matter
Doing as I please
Shifting lobes to the side
Searching, searching, when I find
What I want to clear
Images of you appear
Shards of skull scrape my skin
As I grab what lies within
Pulling pulling pulling out
Biting biting biting down
Sinking teeth into my dreams
Killing you to free me
Squelching
Squeaking
Squirmish
The gore makes me sick
I take a chomp and juice squirts out
Like squeezing a fat tick
Gnawing
gnawing
gnawing
On this memory of you
Killing
killing
killing
Everything I can’t undo
Pictures fade and colors blur
As fleshy noodles slurp
Why am I feeling pain?
What happened to my brain?
Wrap and wrap, I patch me up
Sluggish arms move like syrup
Fuzzy thoughts surface when
I try to find what happened then
Washing ****** hands I think
I think
I think
I need a drink
Fingers fumble with a bottle
Anger sparks and turns the throttle
With practiced hands, I pop the cap
Wait—
Who taught me that?
Instincts linger despite the hole
Inside my thoughts, inside my soul
I killed her—
—who’s her?—
from my memory
Yet still she hides within my body
If I forgot, why can’t they?
Why does she choose to stay?
I need her gone
I need her dead
And though she’s now out of my head
She haunts my movements
Ligaments
Despite my best efforts
The loss of you still hurts
Aching in my bones
Pelting me like stones
I cannot escape
—no matter how much I hate
Who?
Fun body horror. I just liked the idea of removing someone's memory from your brain, just for your mannerisms to remain the same. You removed them with your own fingers, and yet their influence lingers.
