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Rakha Mar 2018
You worth more than a thousand golden crowns
and continent wide silks
and all the brighter, wilting stars in the dark
and had you pulled the universe to you,
it will surely crawl under your thigh
as a machination made only for you.

And you worth more than the ten thousand horses that I had slain
and I pulled them onto your sheets
as whispery faeries gnawed onto its skin
onto its slippery vein
gory, but lovely all the same.

Alas, you worth more than another ten thousand of them running
hooves clattered across the impenetrable glass of auroral dome
and I saw you rode on another ten thousand that had not deserve you-

as you deserved gold and stars
and all the greater fury of this land,
not treachery and I.
Gold was the color of your ruse
and your words deify scorching stars into bloom
and you reek of rust — the finest yellow there was.
- and once more i pray to see you
hani aqil Mar 2018
(TW for gore, ****** abuse, ******)

i dreamt she
deepthroated a knife
mouth settling around the blade,
lips split,
two tongued succubus.

tip of the knife
dragged round and round
her plump, sweet thighs
carving fishnets in flesh.

you
are not a father.

a father shouldn’t
want to ram his
insatiable ****
into his

child.

fish on deck
choking on air
spluttering, scales fluttering,
entwined in honeycomb plastic.
this was very difficult but ultimately very satisfying for me to write. my ex's father was an abusive cheater who expressed interest in her, and she'd occasionally tell me about her nightmares or experiences. it really affected me, as someone with a very stable and loving family background. i was really scared, and confused, and most of all disgusted. i remember once i leaned over a toilet at 3 am and wanted to gag so bad. abusive parents can burn in hell. when your child has to recover from their childhood, youve failed miserably at being a parent and a decent human being.
if you have abusive parents, my heart goes out to you. if you have been sexually assaulted, my heart goes out to you. stay strong i love you.
also, fishnets as in the stocking things are supposed to represent sexualization and in the last stanza theres a ref to a fish being trapped in a net (a fish net...!)
Nicholas Fonte Mar 2018
Seeing his liver
Certainly caused a shiver...
To them, but not to me
For now I roam free
Upon this ****** ice
That is a paradise
B O N E L E S S Feb 2018
Who is the nut-brown Hunter? Her eyes narrowed and sharp like knives cutting through the tree line. Her fluffy fur boots with the pencil marking up their cuffs, pushed through the heavy lair of snow. Her breath like smoke as she puffed out in anticipation for what? Me. I stood there low to the ground, everything I could depend on, my pack long gone or never there at all. My uniform colored paws, two white, two black; my snout with a dark brown mark on it’s side stuck out in front of my intense eyes, locked on the Hazel hunter and her curly dark hair ******* in a messy bun caked in sweat. Her breath went sharp as my tail swished in anticipation, she raised the barrel of her gun full of all my dreams and wonders about what happens when the lights go off. I felt a rush as I came to my feet rushing at her but she stood unmoved and un-phased by me, a feared predator something she knew could easily **** her and rip her throat out forever silencing her. And with a quick movement and a loud bang, I lay still. A warm sensation coating my fur, but my insides went cold as I drift off into nothingness. My Nut brown hunter paced over with a heavy breath pulling her knife which she held close to her chest before, something she’d never give to anyone before me and inserting it between my ribs. She was relentless, covered her puffy, delicious lips in dark red from my body willingly. She reached into my cooling body, ripping out my only keepsake holding it close as my life was drained with finality. My beating heart still in her hand as she smiled, the goddess of the woods, My nut brown hunter.
Ian Feb 2018
I'll make you my meal
Crack your windpipe
Rip your tongue through your teeth
Eat you alive
blood (like red wine) spilling from my mouth
Rip off succulent
Piece by piece
Reveal your blood and guts
Unravel your intestines
Laced it around your neck
Crush right through your spine
Pull out your heart through your ribcage
It bleeds through my fingers
(Why is your heart so cold?)
Break you into a million tiny pieces
Without a trace.
Basically, I read a bunch of poetry, pulled some lines, switched some words, added some words and made it my own.
Kyle Summer Jan 2018
She cracks her bones like whips,
augmenting her limbs and fingertips
like a demon i cannot satiate

Play with me, I hear her shout
and all I want is to get out,
an endless loop I must escape.

I never want to see these dreams again,
a distorted body, my dear friend,
I mourn the monster you've become.

It's time to end what I've begun.
Kyle Summer Dec 2017
I met the girl of twisted eyes,
her body scavenged by the flies;
they gasp beneath her ashen skin,
they're drowning in what's never been.
The only way I know how to say goodbye.
Suzanne S Dec 2017
I will give myself to the sea
To the sunset
To the stars
I want to be unraveled by something greater than two hands

Cracked apart at the ribs
In feast
A hollow empire no longer
Filled with cloudless sky
Venom dripping from my ears

“Eat” he hisses holding
A ventricle to my lips
****** and raw
My own; still warm
Pouring rain

He takes a bite
Tearing chunks with glittering pillars of jagged salt licks
This is how it is done
How you get a dying bird to eat
Or freeze in the night

Ribs a ladder exposed that my body
Might cower beneath
Leaking blue blue sky
Mouth agape
Puffing clouds into the darkness for him to drink

The bird with no wings
Choking on aorta

A sacrifice to the stars.
Industrial Death Dec 2017
The blood moon beckons a bitter hue
Rising above the frothy winter dew.
In the night- luminated a single room.
My only solace in the suppressive city gloom.

(Staring in the nocturnal vacuity:
A grey hazy mirror passing in my soul.)

Blades of silver steel
Puncture my mind, with
Seething desire I long to wield.

Withholding the bitter sorrow
I take the blade in hand,
To cleanse me from the ‘morrow.

Slitting of flesh ensue,
The ****** begins.
Skinning to the bone to make me anew.

From head to toe,
Cut to shreds.
No one will feel the pleasure I know.

Squirting from my anatomy.
The warm gush of fluid.
The spermatozoa-blood spewing over me.

For the final incision-
Off with my ****** “member.”
Pressure relieved.

****** achieved.

                                                  THE END…
Sun Drop Dec 2017
I am the King of Maggots.
Discarded remains are my domain.
I open my mouth to lead my Children,
and Flies erupt from my lungs.
There is nothing for me in this world.
Nothing but contempt.
Let it come, let it dribble down
the chin of disdain as it swallows.
My Spawn hatch beneath my skin,
squirming, thriving on my lifeblood.
At last, it is time to leave the nest,
and Maggots burrow out through my pores.

Outside, I am empty.
Inside, I am fulfilled.
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