Some say it’s okay..
We can be frivolous
To spectral vibrations
That court
With the damned~
But hush..
There’s a whispering legend,
Bones in the pages
Bluish in the midway
That something’s coming..
~
Marauding to dance,

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The kept his hand around my throat
Claw tips pricked tender flesh along my jawline
His marks, four tiny wounds that would scar
Signaling to the others that I belonged to him
This night he would take me, body and soul
And I would forever be his mate

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She's jagged to the wicked
With her cut of amatory
Switchblade love,
Glib prosed to liquidate & inveigle
At the same time~
Like your mirror shot
A single drink to slip a halos
Steeple into devil dust,
A stapled lick of darkness..
You can’t counter or decline,

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come
join me
in the
visceral darkness
of my world...

melted candles
flames they lack

midnight’s raven
guards this puckish poet’s back

macabre inspiration
my ink writes black




🎨 IrenHorrors

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Once a timid deer
She was taken apart
Something bold picking at her fear
Dark arousals corrupting darts
She become
Incubus had made his own Succubus


Artstation

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Errant Thoughts & Weeping Hearts



Artwork by luizleitao

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he in madness
collects unsettled souls
hacks off limbs with dull blades
and a disturbing smile
a horrific necklace
of unending reaching
never grasping at peace
the midnight collector
comes for you too...

now run.


📸 credit: unknown

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We are a quarter
Of a crows moon,
Silence feeds the sleepy
But we feed the breath of midnight's
Sanity
Exquisitely exhilarated~
Furrows in time & lunar sigh’s
Of an occidental mishap,
That wavered to be,
Something
~
Pulchritudinous,

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Quixotic quest for glory
Evil magic black cat
Giants as big as windmills
Laying down the burden of sanity
Eternal lockdown
The crying neighbor girl
The blood
The men in white coats, the butterfly nets, the panel station wagon
The little white room
The rest...

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Poetry prompt

📸 credit: "screams from beyond" by Mark Cooper

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𝒮𝓅𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓉
𝑅𝑒𝒻𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓊𝓁
𝒢𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝓇𝒾𝓂
𝒩𝑜 𝒶𝓉𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓃
𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝒾𝓈𝓉
𝒟𝒶𝓂𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹




Image: Pinterest

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with
strings
and
scars
you eviscerate
my heart
a curtain of stars
hides your heinous art
you seek to revive yourself
from your puppet-like circumstance
you animate
my graceless soul
in a sacrificial dance



The brilliant 🎨 of Anthony Clarkson

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The rain did nothing to quell the heat
Night finds warm carcass wanting
Waiting for something close to love
To eviscerate what had become nothing but carrion
The scavenger circles with death on her lips
And I need her
With every last beat of my heart


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