#gory
you want a steak of me meat and so you tell me to make
enough to feed a family of eight, my heart break
your fast and i hope it’ll last for your sake
i take it back and apologize for your wait
carve me up like lamb but that was my choice
cut, with these too-dull scissors and hope it’s enough
stuffed, but i’m all too empty yet tempting
to taste, and i take pride in my succulent flank
rank, i just want you to like what you see
and if i’m still not worth it, i promise it’s free
and i set this table and i poured the drinks
and i took your orders and i smiled with teeth
and you bared yours and i took it as compliment
preened my feathers and offered you condiments
you cleaned your plate and i guess i thought it meant
that i finally made it the way you like but then
you swept the china to the floor, porcelain poured
all the way to the door, i only wanted you to adore
me, but this here is the cost of want, i pluck up
shards with bare hands and for once my blood runs hot.
Mar 30
Mar 30, 2026 at 8:53 PM UTC
Today I feel like my wings have been clipped.
Desire claws at my chest; at my lungs.
Sep 23, 2025
Sep 23, 2025 at 9:30 AM UTC
The scalpel runs across your flawless skin
Drawing sweet blood as it goes.
If you truly wanted to be one with me,
then repeat this as your dying throes:
“I love you. Don't leave me. I couldn’t bear;
To watch the moon rise or see the sun’s flare
without your benevolent, caring embrace;
So carve from my body;
My flesh is your prize.
So take no sadness in my imminent demise.”
Apr 4, 2025
Apr 4, 2025 at 10:55 AM UTC
Why write about love when you are still
Healing from
It’s attrocities
Why write about love when you are still
Hurting from the abuse
Why write about love when you are still
Alive
For romantic love makes
Our heart exsanguinate*
* it a medical team for bleed out
Dec 8, 2024
Dec 8, 2024 at 7:59 PM UTC
i pull my eyeball out of my socket
or perhaps,
i remove my socket from my eyeball
the moon is howling
the wind is shining
i grin a grin of blood and ... joy?
eyeball in hand,
or was it the socket?
maybe it's the hand in my eyeball
either way
i take a step towards the water
i feel it lapping at my ankles
i lie down face first
the water breathes me in and
we float
in that uterine comfort we once knew
when I open my eye/socket/hand
i see that i am in a tank
the light refracts across the water
gliding
i worm my way to the base of the tank and i
push
my body is too heavy
i reach between my legs
and
pull out my guts
they slither away into the dark abyss
i close my eye/socket/hand
i sleep
Nov 8, 2019
Nov 8, 2019 at 7:24 AM UTC
Intestines twisted into a bow
Skeleton, no skin, all bone
Chased into a grave
By someone "brave"
Head cut off, and hung at the hips
Mouth sewn shut, wires in the lips
Promised a voice
In a place of just "noise"
Ears forced down into the pharnyx
Tongue cut off, and swallowed
Chained to the dark
Left with a "spark"
Wasabi poured into each eye
Needles poked into the iris, to dry
Breathing fractured breaths
In the times of "stress"
Fingers shredded in blenders
Toes were sold by the vendors
Broke the rules
To be reduced to mere "molecules"
Heart frozen in ice
Lungs cracked in slices with a knife
Crawling towards a light
Dipped in "fright"
Genitalia, mutilated
Thighs and chest burned til it was disseminated
Walking into the darkness
Trying to reach the "conconscious"
Frigida glacies
Oct 23, 2019
Oct 23, 2019 at 1:25 PM UTC
Black roses grow
where you once stood in my heart.
Their thorns rip me apart,
cover me in dripping, glistening blood,
but they're
more beautiful than you.
They hurt me with full intention to,
not like your ignorance.
They may **** me
but I don't care,
You beat me down this far,
now I'm way past getting up,
so I'd like to die selfishly,
more beautiful than you.
Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 11:36 PM UTC
Black roses grow
where you once stood in my heart.
Their thorns rip me apart,
cover me in dripping, glistening blood,
but they're
more beautiful than you.
They hurt me with full intention to,
not like your ignorance.
They may **** me
but I don't care.
You beat me down this far already,
and now I'm way past getting up,
so I'd like to die selfishly,
more beautiful than you.
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 8:53 PM UTC
spinning
falling
out of control
blurry vision
quick decisions
no logic
painful cuts
with silver blades
searing pain
glazed eyes
dull hearts
brains on fire
never ending
thoughts
and anxiety
"better off dead"
said the ones
like us
before they took the gun
blade
pills
and
became
nothing
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 2:03 PM UTC
She climbed like fire
from the cold claws--
"Not today," she said
Shaking her head.
It came back,
gnawing at her skin
Picking at her head
"No!" she yelled.
It crept up again
Its shivery smile deceiving
She met its eyes
And sighed, before walking away.
But it stuck with her.
Pleasant, yet sickening.
Beautiful but disgusting--
She stopped.
Looked over her shoulder;
It was still there,
Its red gleaming eyes full
of knowing evil.
Her eyes turned the color of fire
She touched its scales
Stroked its flesh
Eyes full of forbidden wonder.
She took a blade, in her pocket,
And looked at her wrists.
The blue rivers of gushing red
Intrigued her.
It noticed how easy she was
To control;
It hissed in her ear
And told her "Yes!"
That was all she needed--
She became one with it
When she sliced open her arm
And became slowly absorbed.
Soon she was gone
With the blue rivers,
Carried away by lies
And deceived by evil.
Jan 4, 2019
Jan 4, 2019 at 2:00 PM UTC
Could I have your shoulder
when I need to cry
and not be worried
when I can't say why?
Would you offer your hand
when I am ill,
feel weak
and cannot stand?
Would you lend me your ear
when I am troubled,
worried and shaking
with fear?
Will you offer me your arm
when I'm upset
or shaken
and make me feel calm?
Would you ever suspect me
of collecting
body parts
and call the police?
Poetry by Kaydee.
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 5:07 PM UTC
Yearned is thy cheerfulness to wax
a particle within thee,
however,
stuck be not
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 4:19 PM UTC
She sharpened blades,
turning her head as she engraved
thou blistered name
into her delicate flesh
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 4:13 PM UTC
Multitudinous battles,
Inhibiting every single darted tear dying to transpire
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
Snarls and growls
Not to far behind
Hunting for sins and easy prey
The lingering odor from something that smells so putrid and fowl
It has been wired to **** and hunt to tear flesh, for that is how it is designed
Designed not to be loyal but betray
Skin as dark and the depths of hell
As slick and think as suffocating oil
No one can ever tell
For they boil
It’s such an unknown material
Similar to that of a gargoyle
Deep red eyes
That much similar to an open wound gushing gory blood
Created and build from those in a past life that told lies
Takes revenge and makes your slow feet trek through thick murky mud
Claws as sharp as razors
Reach for your soul for the taking
They are dominant beasts and brutal slayers
Creating a sickening making
Hunting and slaying into the dark everlasting night
No one is safe from the hounds to haul
Itching and ready to take a sdevils front door
Inspiring an uncertain fright
Praying to the devils maker to be safe from the maul
Wanting to be how life was before
They had to say goodbye
Sep 12, 2018
Sep 12, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
sat in your lap
jealousy builds
like pressure
once a fissure
it now inches
its way across
my soiled soul
lather it on my body
like blood -
thick and treacly
dark, sticky
ever so sickly
tell me your lies
tell me your truths
trace them into my flesh
mark me
cast the runes
now they have spoken
clatter on the rocks
like my pride has
broken
my rage glowing
all I can see
forever growing
I embody entropy
A rule of disorder
hatred rises
through the flames
let it burn me
to ashes
like your touch
sizzles my skins frame
it's a crime scene
of blood swirling like ink
pills scattered
around me
like a ritual
I wonder what
my mother would think
you're a dream thief
knife in my
heavy heart
you've stripped me bare
and I stand
as you depart
with nothing but
at your mercy
I'm you're experiment V
the looking glass shows me
what's left
a withered mess
existing
for you to thrive
tired pile of crumbly bones and
shrivelling rotting insides
tossed aside
burn me to
oblivion
I want the skin
to stop sticking to my bones
melt it off
let the blood pool onto stone
let the fat droop and distend
mocking me, me mocking
never ever stopping
wretch and stretch
till I break
rip my organs out
serenade my limp body
with the liquid lava that drips
as you extract
my black heart
take a sip of my sublimity
I am all you will never be
because I don't think I ever was
do what you will to my material
never to extinguish my fire
that does
never
cease
limitlessly
increase
the
entropy
KG
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
placing my fingers on my sternum,
I crack myself open,
a fresh orange,
sweet juice dripping down my fingers.
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 5:12 PM UTC
Soft music plays from an old jukebox, it's dusted and worn.
Quiet chattering echoes around the dimly light room, my friends and I talk at the bar.
The candy parlor, a local store everyone is told to visit, though I'm not sure why.
Is it for the sweets? Or the handsome eye candy?
A boy smiles at me and hands me some taffy saying, "It's on the house young lady."
He winks and I blink, trying to conceal my blushing cheeks.
My girlfriends squeal in jealousy, that the cute parlor boy keeps looking at me.
I sip my drink, ignoring them as they all murmur and squeak.
Cars zoom past, all in a rush to get home.
I gaze out the window, watching the pink sky swirled with cherry and gold.
My seat creaks under my weight, as deep chuckling is heard from behind.
A tall dark mysterious man stares deeply at me, brandishing a root beer float confidently in his strong rough palm.
He's accompanied in a booth of equally disturbing men, I avert my eyes, not wanting to pry.
A few more sips and I'm at the bottom of my drink, the soda fizzles on my glazed lips.
"Care for a refill?" A loud voice booms next to my ear, I shutter.
All my girlfriends grow dead silent.
The parlor boy narrows his ocean blue eyes.
My voice shrinks into the back of my throat.
The man looks at the parlor boy, "One orange soda." He asks, smiling a sickening grin.
The jukebox was all I could hear, singing a sad tune.
Then, there's a loud roaring blare of an angry car engine, as the front door is kicked in.
Bystanders scream and duck, a group of bandits enter, the chime of the bell smacks into the wall crackling.
"There's that cheating ******* One of them slurs, gun shots ring like a horrible lullaby.
Each person falls like domino's, my girlfriends crying as bullets pierce their skin.
Blood splatters the baby blue walls, the parlor boy coughs, crimson red pouring from his pretty mouth.
The taste of iron burns on my tongue, soon it begins to be all I can feel.
I don't cry, I don't scream, or beg for mercy.
I fall, hard against the cold blood soaked tile floor.
The jukebox rhythm is drowned out, as my vision begins to blur.
Now people will visit, to feel the restless spirits that will linger here forever.
Blood in the parlor, can never be washed away, it stains the walls, never to be replaced.
Jan 25, 2018
Jan 25, 2018 at 4:58 PM UTC
My arrow drives deeply into his neck and knees by halves
I draw the arrow out drowning him in his own blood
Shifting my aim across the bow
I curve out my knife, look at the wound
clutch it like it's me who's dying
That's the day I stopped believing in hopeless life
Sep 14, 2017
Sep 14, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
There are things
Only a trained eye can see
While others
Go through life so obliviously
To see your loved ones
Die in a car crash
A thousand times
Dying over and over
Because the images just won't leave your mind
A body burning
In an oven
Begging for someone
To save him
The heat slowly eats
Away at his skin
An unknown person
Faceless
Nameless
Skinned alive
Lies in a meat cooler
Blending in with
the animals
Who shared the same fate
There are things
That only a trained eye can see
A pool of blood
With no visible source
The grim reaper
Has taken his hold on you
And you can't run
From these delusions
That plague
You
Nov 24, 2015
Nov 24, 2015 at 2:13 PM UTC
through a bruised eye
there’s little to see
but the scratches on my arms
and the rows of teeth
in your jagged grin.
i can’t move
from one side of the room
to the other
without your needle.
you nurse me back to health
in your ****** arms
and tear me down again,
stitch me up like a doll
and drag me home.
what can I say?
i guess I'm a sucker
for all that romantic crap.
Aug 25, 2015
Aug 25, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
you can feel his teeth scrape on your bones
your flesh tears & your sinews s t r e t c h and snap apart
& your blood runs down his face in rivers ;
it drips on the cement to be washed away by the rain
& soon there is no trace of you left behind
Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 6:36 AM UTC
darkness extends its warm arms around
me and its fingernails trace the delicate
purple veins tattooed on my forearms
thin curlicues and tiny vessels of this very
thing-- this thing that reverberates and
reverberates and reverberates within
this tiny black knife makes its first vicious
forceful trace-- the curls becoming
faucets of this bluish purple liquid
a puddle which defiles the pristine floor
-- maybe this is a suitable cleaning
device-- a thin rod with this pointy
shiny silvery tip, collecting tiny mercury
***** from the puddle, as I rearranged
the puddle into the thing bluish purple
liquid curlicues just like that whence
they came
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 9:43 AM UTC
Let every ounce of blood pour out of my chest
Let every last drop that has once cruised throughout my veins for you drip to the floor
Let the life drain from my eyes
But please keep the reflection of the knife you buried inside my chest pointed at you
So you are the last sight I see
Maybe then you'll believe that when I told you I'd love you no mater what, I wasn't lying.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 1:18 AM UTC