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iridescentropy · 8 months

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i scraped my knee

deep read coated the pavement

you tried to help

stuck your fingers under my skin

pulled, tore, scratched

it didn’t hurt

not when you got to the bone

not when you crawled inside

i like you better in here

there’s so little left of me

i’m so glad it belongs to you

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coffeexxcigarettes · 1 month

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Consolation

-

Take shears to me.

Hack away at my limbs and flesh.

Listen as the useless anatomy falls

Into the bloodied abyss below

With a weighted splash.

My body jolts

And curves

As you force me upright-

Shaping me into

The villain

I'd fought desperately to avoid.

Warmth and gore wash over me in sickening waves,

As I watch you;

Watch the fire in your eyes.

As least,

I brought your spark back.

At the very least,

You can't say I didn't do that.

x

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september-poetry · 1 month

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touch

do we have to touch?

are your words enough?

i feel my sense of self burning up

warmth ripples through my veins

under my skin

can you see it?

bubbling over

dripping down my throat

blood mixed with fire

hear me choke

liquid fills me up

im drowning

how do you breathe through desire?

how can you stand it?

do you feel it?

love pooling at your collarbones?

seeping into your bones?

stripping down bare

exposed

will you hold my organs in your hands

the crook of your neck a pillow

in the bed of my eternal sleep

will you disembowel my body

my heart in a box under your floorboards

do you hear me beating?

would you keep me close?

use me as compost for your next lover

ill let you feed on what's left of me

its all-consuming

the want

the need

the craving

if you swallow me down

then at least i have been held one last time

23 / 04 / 24

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ivyppoison · 4 months

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終末 / Shūmatsu / The End ── 08.02.2024

#txt.#*poetry #my work #poem #poetry #my poetry #my poem #poems #dark academia #dark acadamia aesthetic #dark aesthetic #dark academia poetry #chaotic academia #chaotic academic aesthetic #chaotic academia poetry #gore poetry

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lilithreb0rn · 1 year

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You never knew me,

but I knew you.

Every living detail

kept in the

inescapable hostage

of my mind.

Now, the crimson in your

dead cheeks faded from your glow,

your deceased gaze looking at me with familiarity.

Reading the

unwritten novel you

wrote about me,

secrets spilled from the depths of your carcass.

The poetry

carved into your bones,

the stanzas scrawled

down your spine,

a special ballad for your knees,

Forlorn memories

of

you

chiselling the holes inside your skull,

for the slaves of mother nature to enthral the fragrant accords of your unpolluted flesh.

Collapsing into bone,

every cell singing for release,

the salt

of the sea

sodomizing your words.

My omission

endlessly lingering,

dancing

with the strings

that tug at my heart.

I forever bare witness

to the

destruction of

what your Parnassian soul left

me.

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my-loving-heart-is-deathless · 7 months

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To eat, to love

By me

~

I think of you often, for someone I don't know

I think of you eating me softly

A gentle kiss that ends in my flesh ripped apart

I watch you swallow my meat, and I feel your love

I kiss you and feel my blood in your mouth

To taste my body in yours, to drown in your love and my gore

All I can think is I hope you'll eat my heart last

Rip open my ribcage and devour what I have already given you

I cry as I watch you consume me

You kiss away my tears and bite into my flesh again

I watch, captivated as your teeth rip me apart

I do not cry from fear, after all

Your bloodied mouth paints my heart

I want to taste you like blood on my lips

I think you are love to me

And as you eat, I am love to you

I bleed out in your arms, stars fill my vision

In the end, in the end, how glorious it is

To be eaten

#cw: gore #dark poetry #dark writing #gore poetry #gore writing #cannibalism

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lavender--scented · 1 year

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HUGE GORE TW!!!!!!!

I feel the weight of my actions collapse on top of me. I feel my ribcage crack and the individual broken ribs digging into soft flesh, tearing tissue, filling my lungs with my own blood.

I feel the pressure of my guilt close around my head. I feel it squeeze slowly and tortuously, going from uncomfortable to agonizing steadily. I feel as my skull fractures and cracks, then breaks into separate pieces, cutting into my brain. I feel my eyes pop out from the pressure, now dangling from the nerve.

I feel the blood build up inside my stomach, overflowing and pushing it's way out of my esophagus with force. I taste the metallic copper of blood accompanied by the bitter, disgusting taste of stomach acid. I try to breathe but inhale my blood into my lungs, coughing violently, consequently making the blood in my lungs build up.

I dig my hand into my chest and wrap my fingers around my beating heart. I squeeze and pull, and with disgusting squelching sounds and blood splattering everywhere, I rip my heart separate from the aortas, and hold it in my hand in front of me. It's sickening.

I'm ugly from inside out, I'm ugly on my face, in my smile, on my hands, in my lungs, in my blood, in my soul, in all I am. I am ugly in every way possible.

#gore poetry #gore #poetry #pain #guilt #regret #body gore #self hatred #depression #its getting bad again #i dont know what to do #every time it gets bad again i feel weaker #i feel powerless #in front of this uncontrollable force #that reigns in my mind #tw gore #tw graphic #tw eye trauma

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maloli · 8 months

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Hannibal

Soft upon my tongue, Spilling through my diastema, The meat is sweet and young. Desire through blood, Coating hands and guts, Makes feel, makes me love. I swim in overflowing praise, Chilling, impersonal, distraught, I bathe in their steamed haze. Crystals coat their frozen eyes, Flowers adorn their wooden bones, As the winter air is filled by flies.

#poem #poetry #poet #poets #poets on tumblr #writers and poets #poems #poets and writers #poets of tumblr #cw: gore #gore poetry #fan poetry #fan poem #hannibal lecter #queer poet #queer poets on tumblr

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phrasedwithout · 23 hours

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ripping through the flesh

and tearing through the meat

ripping the ribs off your cage

to show them how you feel

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iridescentropy · 8 months

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i didn’t know how

i told you no

then i told you yes

softer than i’d imagined

warmer than i believed

you sunk your teeth into me

and i don’t want to have to say yes anymore

i want you to take

take everything you can

don’t make me ask

i don’t have the guts

pull me apart

take the meat off the bone

but don’t make me ask

#poetry #poem #poems #gore #soft gore #gore poetry #love poem #cannibalism #cannibalism as a metaphor for love #southern gothic #ethel cain #gore poem

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coffeexxcigarettes · 21 days

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Crawl.

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Ripped the flesh from my bones,

Took a chisel to the cracks,

Struck me to bits with intention-

Tossed away what you found useless,

Hungrily took anything of value,

Drug your dirty teeth through my marrow,

And yet now you want me?

Now you insist you offer gentle kisses,

And a love I could only dream of?

You'll have to excuse my

Inexcusable sickness;

The way I vomit at your feet.

If you so much as think of coming close,

Pathetic is the best you could hope to be.

x

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moon-meerkat · 1 year

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mother

i'm recomposing myself from the crying on the kitchen floor

she approaches, bends down, and shoves her arm into my mouth, down my throat, with no care

the hand scratches and rips through tissue and grabs my heart

and looking at her reflection in my eyes, she squishes her fingers and digs her nails in

she gets back up

goes back to bed

and forgets

#poem #poetry #gore #gore poetry #gore poem #mother poem #mother poetry #mother #poets of tumblr

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cryptic-diary · 4 months

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Cw; Descriptions of gore.

I want to rip my skin off. It itches in a way it didn't before you touched me, your mere fingers gripping my flesh makes me want to cease to be. I feel sick to my stomach, I want to tear that tissue off my muscles and peal my nerves from them. To dig my fingers into bloody flesh you defiled with your filth.

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g0thcvnt · 4 months

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To feed into ur ego

It's so appetizing

To be that bag of meat

It's so comforting

U tell me lies about how it will all be alright

Ur tongue digs into my flesh like a sharp knife

I've never felt such ecstasy

Such a bliss to bleed

And you marvel at every drop of blood that bled from me

I tell myself this is it for me

I enjoy being ur bag of meat

#bloody girl blues #guro #guro poetry #gore poetry #body horror

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ourgirlofsorrows · 11 months

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the so called epitome of life

sanity hanging on by a thread of that string swinging the sound of fraying twanging by and hitting eardrums in the velocity of flying by and smashing into buildings

coffin doors will be suspicious crimson, ghastly scarlet blood red of fragmented calcium stones stained with liquid pain and marred organs freshly unable to be donated

secret-ridden guts once released but never seen hidden away for fear of discovery and analysis, being prodded being displayed, laid bare and defenceless

weakness.

#poetry #emo poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled thoughts #mental health issues #gore poetry #original poetry

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lilithreb0rn · 1 year

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I was engulfed in your ichorous warmth,

pooled with the blood of you.

It was the be all or end all.

I clung to you like a burnt scent,

skin scorched with the residue of absence.

Although the blood is now cool and the flesh is now rotten,

i remain canvassed by a shade of arcane,

now embalmed with deepest hue of red.

Never fading from this world of grief.

And perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all. To be left on earth when another is gone,

produces stories that feel like winter;

so cold it killed the birds in the air.

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