Cloud Rat / The Oily Menace / Wolbachia
I want a joy that never dies But here, buried deep in snow I still sit Teaching myself to look at you with both eyes, and nothing else So when I come home My seesaw state of mind won't forever be picked apart You’ll whisper: “Buried love is the best love”
Submitted by Immortal — Feb 18, 2026
Gun-metal to the lobe, you take everything. With little discretion, you get an erection, from stripping people of the hope they wish you could give them. Your well kept facade is tearing at the seams. Your stench can be smelled all throughout the building. Counting coins as you kick her in the teeth. Racketeer by any name; black market Ken Doll in the frontal position.
Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 14, 2025
To give up his body for the good of his species is all he knows. To plunder and put him in a submissive hold is why she floats. Domination is achieved by aggression; to torture and serve. Left unnourished and unwanted, you must work to grow. The greatest myth of all: Our workers are created by maternal manipulation. The harmonies of nature, the social classes of flowers. But the mighty systems are but tiny grains of sand.
Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025
A guided finger on a school wall. Collected fragments I would see in the hall. Guided tribes of pre-adolescent monsters. You tell me I'm sexually perverted? It's a lack of a line. What's abnormal? Distorted. Skewed. Dead. Death. Fear. Acceptance.
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Pissing blood, she smells like her bed. She casts little spells all over her body. Flicking the syringe, her jewel toned eyes look like a sea serpent's. Sedated and screaming, the chemicals in her mind form a perfect toxic cocktail. All she does is worry, rocking back and forth. Lonely. Lonely. Lonely. "I feel it in me." She's like a hole: Dressed in shreds and scared to death. Take my blood and see whats wrong.
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025
His sweat smells like sweet sludge and when he opens me, I break like tree bark. "To pierce," He said, "What beauty." To hurt the part of me that glowed. As his hand follows my curves, I choke back the vomit. When he ripped my skin, tidy he placed the maggots on the wound, only caring that I would heal properly. I laid back in anguish, and licked myself clean. Foot to brain.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
I turned to look at the oncoming traffic... me and them, is there something I should look for? Razorblade backs couldn't sting me enough. In this incredible deliverance, headlights; The Way. This ticking beetle in my throat made me cough blood. Mother time holds her arms so beautifully, welcoming me into her throne. Take it away. Take me away.
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025
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