…An Invocation
ablaze we are for our sins a flame we delve in deeper their cackles their screams echo under hells feet we wear our sins like bolts in our heads burnt from the bottom of scolding hands drink the milk of tired glands sucking us dry like succubi a shame we die for our sins a flame we’ll burn in we pray for those who can’t scream the angels all laugh sinking drowning i have defiled me
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
a dusky sky coaxed and cried face stuck to glass like remains of a fly chose to grope on the thighs of those who deny you deny deny deny deny toss me to the waters that shimmer with gaslights tire sparks in the street i’m left in the fumes of a guilty machine i wish i could pity you, o blistered brother of the south the air you’ve swallowed has dried out your pouting mouth and you’ll surely get the bends if you don’t get out [with two tied ankles, well do you see now?] insecure just as much as i believed you were
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
heart so bitter, it came out her mouth her voice like rust tetanus to a cut her sugarplum, dried up in the sun god be with her bless herself twice rancid sour wine don’t taste too nice the altar don’t want her sad old concubine bluest eyes will not disguise you’re all dried up dried up inside
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
ward off the flies protecting your eggs spiderlings hatch in the web you made i won’t call you home i won’t call you home what do they know? filaments in the corner i won’t call you home i won’t call you home what do i know? filaments in the corner too much to handle, too many legs, a thousand eyes watch as you scurry away
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026