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Irelyn Thorne Aug 15
No more numbers
These cries into the night
Unheard gunshots
And fatal consequences
That drowned out the light

A mind so broken
Pieces apart on the floor
Another statistic
Lost away
And all we ever do
Is watch the blood poor
To the woman who took her life, and everyone said it was normal
Kai Michel Aug 13
Lately I’ve been testing fate
Numbness ‘til it’s late

Lately I’ve grown so fond
Of heartbeats skipping like a song

When roots grow out of a withered spine,
Do they birth new life?

When cracks split and flow,
Where is blood supposed to go?

Life or death,
Whatever’s best

Pulled apart this flesh
And laid this spine to rest
Hi
fish-sama Aug 12
Clara,
skin shining under the lamplight,
stuffed ******* leaking blood,
stretched across the plate,
trembling below me.
Rivulets of red iron,
tears, salt,
flesh, between
my teeth,
I chew,
crushing the
fibers,
perfectly tender
I swallow.
Written by one of the characters from my story (Mortis)
Bekah Halle Jun 23
I bleed in life
As I bleed in my words;
All over the place
And without convention or order.
Reece Aug 5
I once was kidnapped by Dracula,
He took me to his castle in Transylvania,
Which, by the way, is in Romania,
In case you didn’t know.
He chained me to the wall,
Slapped me, cutting me with his claws,
Before he decided to withdraw,
And sit on his throne.
I said,
“I think there’s a misunderstanding between us.
This bad blood isn’t anything serious,
Sure, I was wrong for being too envious,
But, please, don’t do anything heinous.
I’ll apologize,
Just spare my life,
Is this quarrel worth a fight?
Let’s rationalize instead.”
Dracula laughed,
Lightning cracked,
Followed by a thunderclap,
As if the world were terrified.
He walked over and held my face,
Squeezing it tightly, causing me pain,
He smiled, showing off his bloodied fangs.
I started to cry.
He said,
“You think this is just bad blood,
Like when a loving couple breaks up?
You’re tempting me with that smell of strawberry,
And I’m fighting the urge to feed on your blood.
This isn’t some game you play,
You said some awful things,
But when I bite back, you claim an attack,
And suddenly I’m the one who’s deranged?”
He laughed,
I didn’t talk back.
He was right, I was wrong,
I had been all along.
And now I was face to face,
With the monster I created, due to my mistakes.
Don't mess with Dracula; he's obsessed with karma.
Kyla Jul 25
i knock on the door
my knuckles raw and bleeding
only to find
i did not survive the weeding
Kyla Jul 25
the blood drips from my fingers
meets the blood on his palm
i hear the voice that whispers
behold- here i am
Emery Feine Jul 24
That rabbit with the purest of white fur
Into the jaws of that wolf, it dived
But while that wolf thought about dinner
The rabbit thought of every way to survive
?RENROC A OTNI DEKCAB MEES I OD
You staggered through the double doors,
a trail of red on bleached-out floors.
The night was humming, wet and mean,
your busted life in Trauma Green.

I clamped your vein, soft as thread,
and dared the gods to count their dead.
You lay there broken, no ID,
just blood and ache and urgency.

Your heart fell quiet
inside my hand,
as if it paused to understand.
Then breath returned in stuttered moans.
your chest arched up to meet my own.

The wound was sealed.
Your sigh came slow.
You could have left.
You didn’t, though.
The sweat still clung.
Your gaze went slack.
You pulled the gown and turned your back.

I saw you later, checkout nine:
frozen dinners, boxed red wine.
You seemed like someone death forgot,
barely awake, missing the plot.

You looked right through. You didn’t know
the hands that pulled you from below.
You don’t remember. I can’t forget
how thin the stitch, how deep the debt.
Deleted scene from short story.
Soul Jul 18
The Lake of Woes
brimmed with crimson blood,
as darkness stirs
in the kingdom of the dead...
Answer my question please...
Is the future of our mother green earth going to be this?
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