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weirdlookindog · 1 year
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Dorothy Quick - Demon Lover. Art by Virgil Finlay.
(Weird Tales - November 1953).
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pitchcanker · 7 months
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HOW MUCH IS ENOUGH?
AS I DRAG MYSELF TO THE EXIT
I FEEL HORROR CRAWL UP MY THROATREALIZING
I HAVE HOARDED MYSELF POOR
I WAS BORN CHARITABLE 
AND I LET MY NEED
CONSUME MY SATISFACTION
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situationlately · 9 months
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Hunter's Poem from the Big City, Hunter Hancock
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wholesomemorbid · 7 months
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I made myself pretty today,
as nice as I can be,
in your favorite mask, my dear,
so that you’ll let me leave.
The skin I stretched is dewy fresh
The clips all match my dress
I know you want my back exposed
and that you’ll be impressed
I’ve woven this with warp of flesh
And wefts just like your brother.
His tendons feel like luxury
You’ll never want another. :)
Image description: a digital ink illustration of a feminine humanlike creature viewed from behind as she moves away, glancing over her shoulder. Her skull face has a partial skin mask stretched over it. She’s probably wearing a wig. Her skin is covered in vaguely anatomical patterns, while she wears a slinky dress.
If you vibe with this vibe, consider following me. I’m usually funnier. 1 like = 1 brother-in-law vivisection for fashion’s sake
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prymetimepublishing · 4 months
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by Mycha Pryme
from Transmissions of Vapor
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revenantpoet · 1 year
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Observable System Transcendence: A Collection of Signalis Poetry
I did it! I wrote fifty-six poems, one for each track on the Signalis soundtrack, and wrapped it up into a nice, shiny collection! It’s still up on AO3 and here on Tumblr, but I’ve added in a bonus poem and made it into a nice ebook over on Ko-fi! So it’s basically a fancy tip jar, which will go towards some urgent vet bills and house repairs breathing down my neck right now.
This was one hell of an ambitious project, but I never once lost inspiration. Signalis is one of the most beautiful creations I’ve ever experienced, and the fellow fans I’ve met along the way have been some of the coolest people I’ve met. Thank you so, so much to anyone who showed me any support <3
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machineoflove · 2 years
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ginger snaps (2000) // they’ll never catch us, jessica goodman // louise gluck // the shape of a girl - joan macleod //monstrous flesh: on women’s bodies in horror by rebecca harknis-cross // hollie (15) from @kateclanchy1
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gothamslostboy · 11 months
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An angelic face,
Amongst his gang
Foolish you, thinking he’s out of place
He looks your way and you feel a pang
Heart calling out for him to chase
Two souls begin to move without a trace
Finally walking side by side with a mystery man
Guided by the moonlight
Unknowingly playing into his plan
He’s certain you won’t be a fight
Hand in hand under slated boards
Away from the boardwalk’s hoards
he’s simply playing before the hurt,
But you accept his flirt
You’re ready for a kiss,
Moment interrupted by menacing hiss
He sinks his teeth into your neck,
Because he knows
No one can save you under the deck
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I can’t make a poem for Paul w/o writing one for Marko
——— TAGS ———
@britany1997
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amalgamationink · 20 days
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NAPOWRIMO24 #3: Palingenesis
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helenewate · 1 year
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Beautiful Death
—after Botanica No. 23 by Gail Potocki
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Bursting.
I am bursting at the seams. From within me, a rustle of leaves.
My skin severs, there becomes two of me. It stings, this gruesome separation of being.
Cold air floods my open wound, and I begin to bleed.
Blooming.
A buddling, from every last pump of my heart; each beat, a sproutling in the cavity.
Desecration pollinates my bloodstream. Death parrots the stench of beauty.
Begging.
There are roots in me and they are plenty.
I cannot contain them all, who must I beg for mercy?
Even in death, they will beautifully defile me.
— helene wate, aka olivia garrett
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foreverugly20 · 6 months
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😁
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d3rkb3by · 1 month
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CLASS WINDOW༄
By yuriko
I looked through
the class window
Out there, is where
Is where shadows lurk.
In the dark,
All around places
Like the park.
Outside that window
Is where danger is.
That’s why we must
Mind our business.
Go on our ways
Before the shadow
Behind you
Stays.
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socksy-wocksy-writing · 7 months
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Writetober, Day 7- Skull
Okay, I was a day late. I was sick. Sorry. Also I wrote more generally about bones. Sorry Xakumi.
**Edit: Aaaaaand I spelled something wrong in it. It should be piles instead of pulls. Damn it.
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gristicuffs · 9 months
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Tall Handsome Stranger
A tall handsome stranger rode into town We wish he would have stayed one I saw his eyes from Miles Away Two stars lower than they should He had no horse But the thunder of hooves followed him Teeth carved from marble Skin of vellum He stepped over the inn And was at Bernard’s farm in Two Strides He stooped under the barn door To grab a bull In his palm “Be not afraid” A chorus whispered Nothing left but coals It stands now for weeks Outside the parish Waiting for Something Children play in its shade I heard cicadas buzzing under The vellum Shuddering Skittering It doesn’t breathe It Only Weeps Mud pools beneath its feet God help us if it doesn’t stop
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sox-in-fox · 7 months
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Writetober 2023, Cold
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ramblngz-of-a-lunatic · 2 months
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Feminine Urge
A budding rose now wilted with decay
Plucked from the ground and put on display 
Adorned with thorns like razor blades
Your filthy skin I must lacerate 
Possessed with unquenchable thirst for your unholy ichor
Flourishing while I only get sicker
I’ll decimate the aggregate of everything you hold dear
Screams of agony I can't wait to hear 
May bloody rivers flow like the tears I’ve cried
Solace and serenity the day you die
-BB Bunny
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