An upbeat individual with a slightly unsettling fixation on the macabre.
Poetry + Short Stories
I thought she had pomegranate Stuck between her teeth, Then she drank my lips, Swallowed my tongue, And made me taste the stagnant pulse
By Dorothy5 years ago in Poets
I pass by my window at the darkest point of night. I see her in black and white film. She practices grief as elegantly as she danced
"I won’t see your tears stroke the piano keys As if you’re grieving with delicacy. The same drowsy ballad plays until my heart ripens
MOONCHILD Between sandcastles, a pearl sat in an eggshell setting looking up with eyes that wondered, “Who cut the moon in half?”
As half my brain gushes out of my skull As half my memories soak into the backseat A silver moon pumps its blood into my eyes
Cannibal country is an entire world away, but I can reach it through a small door at the back of my closet. I became aware of its existence when loud knocks awakened me on a quiet night three years ago. Frightened as anyone else would be, I looked in every conceivable direction to figure out where the fire was, and when all signs pointed to the closet, I gave in to my morbid curiosity.
By Dorothy6 years ago in Horror
