Tag Archives: sad

Parasite – A Love Story (Remastered)

[Warning: contains strong language, implied sex, suicide and other triggering themes. Thread with caution.] It starts with you and me in a gutter just where the last battle ended in our collective defeat The rain covering us in promises comforting … Continue reading

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Fetus in Fetu

I was too young when I made you Skinny limbs and glass-like eyes Staring into the bright future But with each passing year the world grew smaller around me Now I realize you don’t fit Your skin scraping against mine … Continue reading

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Miscarriage

It’s all so much easier now As blood is flowing down my thighs, I lean back on the hospital bed The memory of you forcing your way inside me Fading with the pain I don’t care, I want everything out … Continue reading

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It hurts

  I think of the cracked painting in my room, and it hurts Hard work spilled For something I couldn’t appreciate I think of all the lives that were never fully lived, and it hurts I think of the scars … Continue reading

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Blooming meadow

[Sensitivity warning] I hurt again last night With fists and knuckles pounding bare skin I kept hitting the same spots Until I screamed Watching the purple flowers unfold My skin is a blooming meadow Thriving with pain I didn’t mean … Continue reading

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The God With The Mortal Complex

  Five years old, he knew he wasn’t like the others. From birth, his first word had been “why”. His siblings didn’t understand its meaning. It wasn’t for them. They knew only to feed and breed, to enjoy their existence … Continue reading

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Echidna

  Creation consumes creator. You think that’s beautiful? The bursting of skin, the taste of newborn blood? You think this is the life I chose? Consider what I pay. I will always be half present, half alive, birthing someone else. … Continue reading

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