Silver Daux

Joined May 2021

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Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.

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Break in the soul
Skeletons break, don't they? Creak under pressure, Bow beneath the excess weight of failure. Bones...they break, don't they?
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Corpse Fingers
Corpse fingers wrap around my throat with the thought Of what could have been... Of what was. It was there on my fingertips,
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Honey Blood. Content Warning.
Oh, Christ. Let me taste the honey blood I once spilled. Let me put lips to split wrists and suckle From the abhorrent teet of despair.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Before Dawn
I stay up and dream about empty things. Meaningless things. Faces I'll never know, Names I'll never speak, Stories I will never hear,
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Ice Breaker
The creative brain works By suckling on suffering And slipping, falling Into disassociative states Where the world becomes rubbers
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Deceptionally
"No, darling," Leon said, crossing one long leg over the other, whiskey pinched lightly between his fingers. The light glinted off one of the rings gracing his fingers. The rest threw his face into shadow. "Do you not believe me?"
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
Anhedonia
One month ago, it was a joke. A personality trait lived with and suffered. Now, it is birthday balloons for a day That may never arrive again.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Well, We All Drop The Ball
We all drop the ball on big things sometimes, Said as casually and confidently as the approach of winter. It was a fact.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Bathroom Tiles
I take a picture inside every bathroom, Mentally marking the walls And wrapping caution tape Across the memories. I slide a phone out of my pocket,
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Dipped in Green. Content Warning.
My fingers are dipped in green. Paint made of the toxic sludge Of burning hope's smoke and caffeine. I seem to think the devil won't judge
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
And A Heap Of Bones. Content Warning.
"I didn't think about you. At the end," a woman whispered. Blood covered her stomach and rolled down her thighs as she staggered closer. Her eyes were reaching for something she couldn’t see. The woman spun to look back at the house now far from her and sitting comfortably atop a small hill before the steep angles of the valley overtook it. Auburn hair fell midway down her back. Floating on a sudden breeze, it pulled away to reveal bloody claw marks.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
The Tenant. Content Warning.
Dead flies buzz, reanimated with rage... Or the common sickness of this age. It swirls and churns deep in our gut Cutting life short and giving us a useless shortcut
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets