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Sometimes I think I'd let him kick my teeth in
if he'd only promise to kiss me after.
I'd feed him the teeth and viscera like a bird,
mothering him. the teeth like medicine.
The blood like water
to wash them down.

>..<

The time was now twenty-two minutes past eleven.

I'm bringing Ohh Snap! back;) https://horrorsleazetrash.com/2025/06...

I am attacked in the night
by the notion that I am human.
I exist and breathe
and swallow saliva as a habit.

I got one sad daddy in my elbow now. His eyes greener than my sundress as we drive through the fanning needle palms. Mouth meaner than a snip-eared pit, but only to the South Beach leeches.

You lean into my lips,
cleanse my mouth with yours,
Christ dribbling devotion into my cup.
"I love you," you say like the Y is capitol,
like our worries are lower-case,
when I know March monsoons
affect April afternoons that can
burst my bubble and weather balloons,
leaving me guideless, guileless.

"I love you," I tell the powder
you hover under my nose
with such grace and power,
hands steady despite...

of course, i’m the
only one in the
waiting room
chuckling

i think everyone
else is recalling
some pussy chasing
from their thirties

That man was not my master after that night. I do not know what he was to me, but I believe and hope I know what I might have been to him.

The conflict between artificial, drug-induced rhythm and natural bodily rhythm in Requiem for a Dream has its counterpart in the way in which the affective development of the film progresses from a euphoric phase of drug addiction to dysphoric devastation. The coexistence of euphoria and dysphoria is represented, for instance by the continuous use of the split screen in the film.

From the tension sewing freckles tighter on my skin,
These little meteors that had no choice but crash
Through a mammal's boring story.
I tore my spreading limbs across the street
Inside the empathy of insect screams, to wait.

-from 'Cicada Witness' by Noll Griffin

We like our brand of religion. God the Father. Jesus the son. Holy The Spirit. Casper The Friendly Ghost. No American ghosts are friendly. I hate to be the one to break it to you, amigo. American ghosts speak in blood and smoke signals and guttural cries. American ghosts MEOW.
-from American Meow

The cloudless energy of the forefinger and manic buzz of the clitoris and horses racing across Louisiana and Oklahoma and C.S. Lewis on Uranus and Lewis Carroll on Neptune and Alice in a John Lennon song and the walrus in a saturated slasher movie from 1981 and the brain on Paxil and the brain on Koyaanisqatsi and roast beef and ORGANIC TOMATOES and multiple orgasms and Barbie stealing pink high heels from Skipper

Jesus wants us to enjoy our Great Value sex lives.

for the next tour in 1973 the things would have changed so radically to shock the crowd that had witnessed this gentle Young.

/and i can't help but wonder if my memory and your ghost become a holy thing/if my memory and your ghost are a sacred thing/

I planted a FOR SALE sign at the back of my throat. But what it really advertises is how the corner of my mouth and my arteries like to give away my secrets for free. It's like trying to have an estate sale at a free clinic.

Deja slipped into the darkness- there one moment, gone the next- like sinking beneath obsidian waves.

I press a bullet into his palm and a pill into my own

Shape by shape, we escape
into our warming wonder.
Back to light to life again
bright shadow star.

-from 'Nightbird' by Michael John Bobak

Every day had a bright tomorrow
but the spiders have their way

Tattooing devils on our brains!!
Horny, geeky devils and boring upset devils!
Smiling toothless at the disappearing dunce.
Nibbling on nerves like a tiny saw.
Until the inevitable thump of a giant.
Convulsing yourself into the madness breed.

The fairy tale went rancid
eventually
and they went separate ways

The only fairies were the demons
lurking in their hearts

She was quick to blame them
every time she stepped askew

I feel frozen. While my possession eats the heat.

I am as unnecessary
as a disposable razor blade
and I am sharp enough to die.

Instead of fleeing from her fears she'd harness them through work and break free from the "constraints and shackles" of the past. She vowed to live in "The Present". For now, this introspection only boosted her glow. She stopped covering her freckles with camouflage cake and looked years younger for it.

ragdoll

so much of my life
punishing myself
by choosing
and letting myself be chosen
by the wrong people
people who will hurt
& belittle
cut me down
make me feel
like i think
I deserve to feel
the rest of my life
recovering
finding myself
seeking people out
and using equal
energy
to push them away
creating a limbo
of isolation.

“mark said you can’t come in”

i push past her

mark’s on the couch adjusting his man bun

I notice the red handprint on her ass

is in the shape of a rat.....

Haggard hooded vulture woman
with nothing better to do than grunt and swallow
her own semi-digested dead heart.

My mouth opens like a sludgy exhibitionist.