All Creatures Great and Eaten
The old man we were studying began speaking of his god We didn't need his faith We were going to abort his child... But the old man died and the child lived And I morbidly wondered. If the abomination in the womb would suckle its dead father-mother's penis... For five days the corpse was still with smell except for the bloated abdomen which pulsed with life - and on the sixth day - the child came... My dear friend, I can still hear the thing scream and howl and suck the blood from my three companions... And as I hid fast away and lost my senses... I watched it comb their meat with its talons and make webs of their intestines... Now here I am... Safely tucked away... I laugh, I cry, and the man in the next cell Screams and gibbers of vampires... I laugh, I cry, and I believe him...
Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 25, 2025
The blade parts the tender flesh of my arm I pull apart the flaps of skin - this gaping wound is my easel... Beneath the sky Beneath the arches in the courtyard of a king who is ill with black rot - I paint an orgy of five bloated women and one dead dog... A woman bites the meat of my arm- She pulls and sucks and tears this wound By teeth is my easel... At midnight By the light of candles in the chambers of a king who is dead from the black rot... I start to paint from the aureoles of the girl's nipples I cover her entire body And the scene of which I draw is still fresh in my mind; I paint an orgy of five bloated men and one dead king...
Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 25, 2025
Yes, I had a dream: Desert sand as far as I could see and all around me dead kangaroos jumping, and from their pouches emerged their infants - bloated, expanding - leaking sludge Beneath the burning sun I stand amidst the mad dance of the beasts and I had a machete and I beheaded the frenzied creatures But they continued to jump Their open necks were like fountains and I shed my cloths, to bathe... Yes, I had another dream: I was in a hospital in the maternity ward I walked between rows of crying newborns And from their mouths emerged snakes - bloated, expanding - digesting rodents... And beneath glaring lights stood the mushroom dragon rearing its many heads and I smiled and watched As it plucked infants like grapes from vines... ...and it swallowed some whole and peeled others with its human like hands... ...and the blackguard urinated and I shed my clothes to bathe... I'm awake no longer dreaming and I'm holding a rubber duck that looks like a werewolf and his hair like a wild boar and it is singing to me and I'm standing ankle-deep in urine and I am bathing...
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
Angels dressed in virgin white Demons kill by candle light... And a man enters a shop clad only in a trench coat His thoughts are unclean And amidst the stains of those who came before him In his booth... His world He caresses himself to visions unpure... Angels burn the virgin in white Demons eat the remains by candle light... And a man enters a church clad only in a trench coat His thoughts are unclean And amidst the stars of angels made of stone In his world... His church The priest caresses himself and the penis of his altar boy... At different angles the cross is wrong and perversion will always be. And a priest enters a shop clad only in his collar His thoughts are unpure And amidst the stares of those who sit and eat before him In his hands... a large gun He kills many and he leaves...
Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 25, 2025
I remember needing the money because I didn't have a home And they needed a subject for an experiment They paid me well... then put me to sleep And I dreamt that someone held a flame on the back of my legs - behind the knees - or so it felt But the I remembered being knee-deep in venomous spiders someone was just draining the pus... And I dreamt that the flame moved to my groin It felt as though someone was running a razor along the underside of my penis... But then I remembered the many injections they made - just about my groin - thought I was healing... But then my chest began to burn It felt as thought many hands were prying it apart - because they were... "So much pus...", I heard someone say, "This one's no good...", I heard another, "Throw it away..."
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 25, 2025
At night, by candle light She prays to a god who has no eyes to see with and who has no ears to hear with, a god that does not exist... My aunt prays, because she can't stop eating meat... And she is beyond obese Her flesh is like the hide of a leprous hippo, and still she prays to nothing I watched her sew her mouth shut Then minutes later she pulled out the stitches to devour a glazed ham... I remember when she had me lock her away without food... After only two days she escaped She devoured her neighbor's aged dog - down to the grizzle stripped to its bones... I came up with a new way for my aunt to lose weight... I painted her grotesque body with a mixture of honey and sugar and had her sit upon an anthill... I realized there would be some pain, but I never thought that the ants would cultivate her body I never thought her tissues would be their soil... Her flesh... their home... (I've just returned from going mad, and I've kept the farm and finally, after all these years, my aunt is finally losing weight.)
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025
My only child would not bathe for one-hundred days... Instead it hid in the woods and ran with packs of wolves and necrophiles... And I knelt to pray to "god" that I would love his child too if he would return my only son That's when the hunters came and raped me... My only child returned some six months later and it came back with wolves and naked little girls They locked themselves in the fruit cellar and I begged him to come out Yes, the bastard "god" returned my son - Yes! Yes, he did... And that's when the hunters came out and raped me... So now I obey the monster that is the father of my only son... And I live by the idiocy of the woods' infinity... That's when the hunters returned And in the eve - we broke their flesh...
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025
Dirty, filthy, foul... I must confess This creature whom I live with... lives a mess! And so I see this creature in front of me really, who is the lesser beast? Unbathed and souring This creature who owns me lives in filth, basking in a sty of bestial debauchery... What's this? Another creature appears with its "self" in dirty hands and pressed against my creature's backside, moving in, moving out The grimy hands that rub my fur now soaking wet - (swell my sex) I must end this... Rid myself of this disgusting thing... I crept into the softness of its bed I smelled the foul aroma from its behind I crouched closer and licked its crack of black and then... I burrowed... I burrowed deep into this vile creature's innards and I ate myself my first real meal in years!
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 25, 2025