Seeing Red Again by EmaciatedandEpitaphs, literature
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Seeing Red Again
All I remember was her saying something about cardinals, yammering on as I continued to scrutinize the swaying cattails.
I think she mumbled something about beauty or youth or color
but before I could turn
to discern what she'd said,
those words had dispersed into the distance;
smeared amidst a flickering sunset.
I was captivated, gawking at
the bleeding sky above me.
God's underbelly.
That effervescent inferno dancing on ever-distant hills.
I yearned for heat.
She told me of blood: moist, hissing, exquisite.
She said it was fire; a delectable, searing ecstasy.
"It feels like roses, maraschi
Greasy Jokes and a Sharpened Smile by EmaciatedandEpitaphs, literature
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Greasy Jokes and a Sharpened Smile
Honestly,
I have not the strength to care.
Your eyes were shark skin
greasy, greasy tears.
-
Honesty was always optional
but I couldn't quite grasp it
why someone would say
the exact opposite
of what they really mean.
Then I thought of irony and of you
and that grin
that isn't really even a grin
it's a snicker.
The sweetness of enjoying your own joke.
I am what you made me to be. by EmaciatedandEpitaphs, literature
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I am what you made me to be.
You know what this is.
(I never knew
beneath.)
No matter how hard,
typical of reptilian whores,
and you were dirty,
much the same,
alive in kaleidoscope
concepts.
(Intercourse at every
angle.)
Only in the seconds I
couldn't count
strings.
(We are but
puppets.)
Exhaling supernova
influence, tasting.
Control.
truth is, I don't wanna love you. by EmaciatedandEpitaphs, literature
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truth is, I don't wanna love you.
Is it really fear?
Till my blood runs silver, pure mercury.
I know little of coherency.
-
Today feels like chalk and phlegm and pheromones.
I remain a retching mound of meat.
An undulating mass of muscles and organs.
-
When I thought of you I thought of flesh.
Sensation and numbness,
breathing while holding my breath
alive but always dead
-
I saw red, maraschino streaks.
Lines of flamingo pink creased across the surface.
Then I thought of flesh and blood and feeling
and for a second,
I couldn't hate you.
-
Is this fear?