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It's running through
my whole body. Every
little strand of sinew
and every piece of
cartilage can feel it.
What's wrapping
my body is cold,
dry and famished,
craving wrapping.
Cigarette ash linens,
it's sticky at the bottom
of a cup on the ground.
Bats in barren caves yet
warmer than in my grotto.
Much thought, that I've invested
into the disposal of my fleshy, mangled hull.
Exquisite cadaver, worn and tested,
infested with maggots, fattening themselves
on marrow, digging through my skull.

Take your pick upon my passing,
most I've shared my plans with.
All you who know what to do,
though it might be a minute.
Those plans were made in dire times,
expectant of winter's end in a blink.

Strap my sack of bloated meat to
a float, equipped with fireworks and gunpowder.
Light the fuse, send me to sea, make it rain.
Feed the fish, marvel at macabre shower
of total annihilation and colors of
bliss, rainbows and proud refuge in
endless abstract nothing.

Grind my bones into dust, feed the earth,
grow your plants and inhale my essence.
Satiate your curiosity, save a finger,
fry it in canola oil and do tell
what I taste like
once you're down here with me.

Pick a painting on my skin,
it's yours for the taking.
Frame it, jar it, keep me around.
For the curious occasion that
I rise from the ground
and observe some patches missing.
Stuff me with wool, embalm my cadaver,
set me up in grizzly stance.

Whatever you do, don't mourn me.
I've seen the nature of this world,
enough for seven lifetimes.
Mourn the fact that
we lost one more degenerate
but don't mourn me out of love.

If you feel so inclined then
mourn me out of spite
and take a clue from Thomas,
same as I decided
to rage and not give in.

My plans have changed, I'd
like to stay around. But
should the void ever find me,
read this poem out
and take your pick
upon my passing.
Make my exit
strange, massive, morbid
and wonderfully loud.
I was a seed, resting in my silky nest,
Hoping to grow in fertile land.
My core was coded to bloom in red.

I fell to a land that seemed like heaven—
Shining white clouds, a verdant, pure field.
But once landlord planted me,
The spell was broken.

The sun collapsed, the clouds went dark,
The greens turned pale,
Thunder and lightning tore through the sky.
The soil was a perfect curse.

My seed’s free will was stripped away,
My dreams detained,
My roots began to rot.

I bloomed with darkness and poison.

Now I call you—my holy Knight.
Come and fight for me.
Seize my seed from hell.
Reclaim my dreams locked in the cellar
Come closer. Hide me in your chest.
Water me with hope, compost me with faith.

Let my roots become your sacred ivy.
Let me be your tree of life.
All I offer is my eternal love.
Jenny 1d
The kind of love that sounds like a beautifully broken vase,
Shattered shards of dreams and glass.

Love that haunts the soul—
Beautifully,
Like the moonlight tangled in the magic sky.

Love that mounts fast,
As if the flocks of bats were covering the roof.

Love so haunted,
It makes you scream—
As if you've just had a dream
Too solemn to forget,
Too dark to name.

Love as ominous as a smile without eyes.
Love as pure as silk on a coffin.

Love so sad,
Like a woman in black…
Still,
Love for desire—
Like desire for love.
Love isn't always kind it can be so beautifully  cruel as well.
Kyla 2d
i knock on the door
my knuckles raw and bleeding
only to find
i did not survive the weeding
Kyla 2d
perhaps it isn’t right
but i needed God not in hindsight
nor footprints in the sand
I simply needed your hand
I’m hanging by a thread,
My nose is a river,
Blood honey,
A rush of color collapses upon me
I can see the burgundy mix with the neon
I’m dancing in kaleidoscope fractals.

When the dark overtakes
And the veins begin to ache
This is when you want me most.

When my tears run dry,
When the night claims my pride,
When I can no longer see the light
Sensitive eyes shriek and close
As the sun burns my hold on reality,

Isn’t this the only way you love me?
Intrusive thoughts get in sometimes, promise I'm gucci.
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