Pollinator

Losing weight, I’ve found my home in hell. Closed parts; The rearranging of time, Black hair shedding itself I need a specialist, someone who can help me. Belt of sand / Ocean's strength; "Swift is the kiss of fire” Burning from the inside Down in.

Delayed grief swelling and swelling, My phantom baby, chain-link dirty dots, The pain it's caused not knowing. We hold onto your feet And pour ourselves over you; A protective barrier knit Burlingame's abandoned lots, Born from houses torn down. Thankfulness is me walking on the sidewalk. You are finally placed in my arms My tears are like a river now, They fall more and more everyday Phenomenon, the alarm reaction... Ghost.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Apr 26, 2025

(Paraphrenia; Bell chimes) A paradise of delusion. Rotten. Hush-hush. His stare says it's obsession, Friendship perverted over and over again. Willingly cutting at the root, Sisters puncture the replica doll To save me from the tannin. Impregnated feelings born from lust; Was it real life, or unearned advantages? I’m releasing the fugitive serpent back into the wild. “After generations, the privilege becomes invisible to the holders.” Systematic subordination

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Coral lipstick. The first I ever received. A way to look at myself Presenting in a cage Lock and key. So it is, so it will be. Venus, give me a good pattern A way to print my face As still as a brooding dove. Heaven's blue smile; A snake with silvery skin Sit with me as I hang the toad. Spinning string, he fidgets and looks past Letting him dangle while I rip out his veins. Careless boys at play. Great opportunity lies in this state of confusion

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Ceremonial sculpture It never changes A glowing Saturn light; A piece of frosting dabbed on her nose Two figurines standing too close. Memories of electric jolts; A red-lined mirror with digits in lipstick She's looking back at herself Large purple indents swoop just below the eye. Can't stay asleep, it's always running My brain never shuts off. She picks up the broken piece delicately, Drives it in, Crucified on a telephone pole. Gemini star watching you.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

“Every symbol has a hidden premise behind it” Frank said. Washing windows stumbled over Out of the picture in America. Starving dogs in the heat; What a horrible mouthing sore of a human. Shaking and vomiting, He’s stuck in meat casing of sagging flesh The coward buries itself in front of the dead. Time passing so fast as kids get older, Evil bubbles inside the belly and forces its way Through the hands of a teenager Staring down, but oh so short. Can you slow your breath? Become softer? Have kindness, and leave it alone? Is there a way to untie it? A way to untie you? An applause. The parasitic bacteria receives support. The tree is dead.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Eyes open, feet sweating on satin Flickering pain lighting up Hitch me to the reaper. Theater curtain, studded vest, This limbo you breathe in Eerie cold in my chest. Why are you collecting plastic? Why all the trash? Stone-colored hands too brittle to move. “Its closer than ever Did you hear that faint roar?” Sandprints, overdosed, You've fallen off now. You lost now. The neuro-bombs implode. She turns over and slides closer “I have earned my urn, The one that’s left at my gravesite, next to the name tattooed on your hand.” Flower blooming from inside a skull. Skull; Hem of the horizon The madness of all things.

Submitted by Finntroll — Apr 26, 2025

What does the old woman say as you pass? Clearing, and sweeping across the floor The voice repeats. Freckles like watercolor Dripped from head to toe. Wooden floor, hands and knees, I'll paint each square just so you don’t forget me. Coyote nipping, police scanner calls, Pumpkin-colored farm light, Furnace monster; Her breast cancer, Scratching at my back, All my dreams; This is just memories Still polluting, still polluting Indefinite boundary, My heart is a swamp. You pinned down my soul; Bondage straps across my chest.

Submitted by The Void — Apr 26, 2025

Skin of fog Crater of a mouth Am I a good person? The clouds drag across the sky A static kinda cling; Ornate scarfs you twirl Grace Jones dances across the screen. It's the party we've thrown for ourselves I'm in an asylum.

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025

Biome, can we protect ourselves from being smothered? How is it still so reassuring to the organ wasting away? In a box of rolled cigarettes, My majesty is rotten And the skin is morphing To the fears of individualism. Seeking and counting, Hatred is a long fuse. Dusk descends, latex hands, Identity screenshot memoir. My body is porous and filled with seeds God's miscarriage.

Singing to a demon I’ve willingly called, Follow after the imprints I'll raise my cupped hands and occupy. Walking across the poorly lit street An Art-Deco obsession. Little noise I sang out of my mouth You didn’t notice the disco bell. Psalms of the silent You see only me: Obsession in the middle of a burning fire. Make a wife. Sick fuck, You would do anything. Do you support me? This is not a ticket to a good life. Pierrot-painted mask, Fool of a clown.

Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025

I give my life to strangers And I keep it from the ones I love. Aging; Feed the desire, just to starve the will. Stoic tolerance of a second-rate reality Can you see me? Let’s all be Rembrandts on an LED screen Staging a kiss, Fluid gender dismissed. The diluted glow of twilight Paralyzing pain in being with family. In the dark, you're not anywhere you can hide and hide. As real as tall candles you light when you're afraid; Enthralling cruelty society throws at you, Like a carnival squirt gun, just as cold and embarrassing. You retreat from the light, Can you hear me? Take up space.

Submitted by Sexy Gargoyle — Apr 26, 2025

Down in silence Holding onto hollow Savior unstrung and dumb. Why do I keep thinking? Let me have this. All the hidden lilies in our yard. I remember waking up in a sweat, Pearlesque gleaming; Being pulled like teeth. I can see faint colors reflecting back at me As I stare down at my hand My birthstone, the one my anya told me was mine. Mute, I see her dark eyes Heavy snow, let me apply pressure now. Flowers of the abyss, Keeping out all the light I hide from my mom.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025

Ink on my arm exploding across my dry skin Cells pre-aging; hereditary. Magnifying energies, Coldness when my breath is still The bark on the tree gets rigid and frozen. Voided spells alter life, Hands slide under the gap Have centipedes been inside before? Gripping as it holds onto itself, It keeps attempting to grow. Crack-back echos, naked the scream Two pennies left at the roots They kneel and dig fingers into the dirt There's no way to push forward, To force anything. Stop blowing smoke in its face.

Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 26, 2025