It’s love you didn’t know that?No, really that’s the nameof the worm it spreads its lovemilking itselfand leaving behind its slimewithin each and the secretions begin to sproutand out of the centerbirths dozens of morewiggly thingsthat plummet to the ground as the flower shakes itself clean as the wiggly things plant within the soil sproutingContinue reading “It’s love.”
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When the sun is down.
When the sun is down allowing the moon to be seen and the curtains closedit’s time to reset our eyesplucking one out then the other placing within a cup of salinekeeping them moist and plenty watered remembering where they come from who they belong to what they’ve seen and if another in the morning findsContinue reading “When the sun is down.”
The quilt forms on defined terms.
Crafted with familiarity words embroidered metaphorically reads quite evenlyshifting through each pleaas the quilt forms on defined terms. The scraps blended evenly for the eyes in the sea as the lake house opens a window the crafter hears the cries of a weeping willowclutching the quilt upon them self shall they place it upon aContinue reading “The quilt forms on defined terms.”
She lined them up.
I’ve been trying to work on ideas for horror stories and such, the poem below is a poem to gather my thoughts and possibly build on. If your not into morbid content it probably isn’t something you will like just a warning. She lined them up in a matter that was rough as she shoutedContinue reading “She lined them up.”
The artist stands within the studio.
The artist stands within the studio walled within the vitreous humor peering out through the pupils hiding their self from the models as the artist sketches thousands a day. Faces are sketched quickly the more often the faces appearthe more vibrant the sketches turn.As the faces slip out of viewslowly the image fadesand the artistContinue reading “The artist stands within the studio.”
Three light bulbs
Three lightbulbsone snaps feeling fully heatedleaving splinters of glasstouching the heals of the busy feetstomping by. A piece slips within their skin leaving the slightest of impactand droplets of blood and the feetalthough scarred they kept going they kept running. The lightbulb simply replaced quickly erased the markof the over heated light bulbslowly vanishes andContinue reading “Three light bulbs”
Their heart was full.
They wanted to heal their heart and mend the wounds.They began by cutting a lineand prying open another chestwith a latex gloveto keep it sterile. They tore it off their hand which was recently washed and pureallowing a finger freeplacing a finger tip amongst the heartfeelings its warmth.They allowed their finger to move up andContinue reading “Their heart was full.”
She mixed vigorously.
In the bowlshe mixed vigorously each tear that droppedshe stirred fasterand as the laugher hitshe jarred itthe spit and alland slowlygentlyshe opened the lidand poured it into the bowl.As she heard the festering soundsof their anger coming out as gruntsshe collected their hurtful wordsand she poured them in.Everything sort of mixed into a pastegoing fromContinue reading “She mixed vigorously.”
The dirt is thrown.
Rip out the grasssetting free the soil underneathas you dig those holes larger with each strokethe dirt is thrownthe remorse is uplifted because messes can be cleaned by anyone.Freely you continue as you slip into a rather large hole and you lay yourself down thinking could I lay like this forever?How long?Depression is a placeContinue reading “The dirt is thrown.”
Is it money that’ll get you in?
With immortality comes more reservations is it money that’ll get you in?The clubs are quite exclusive never open to all how could it be? The population breeding on the daily. The immortals gathered about the clubhouse have they been sterilized? The whole point of death is to give up space for new life.If one isContinue reading “Is it money that’ll get you in?”
Temperamentally Tina 