"Havoc: A Peculiar Predicament; Yellow-Bellied Idiots Raid The Hive! Dastardly Asshole; Your Blasphemous Endeavors Are Similarly Troublesome!” I cry as I spy my next catch, a quick bite that’s a snap to snatch while in a dive into my Hive—this lost, little wasp tot is in my paralytic grip! This sad, sack-of-chaff I sit in my lap, has a painfully obvious mission: a diabolical expedition to make an ... » Continue Reading
I am the shrouded sky-prowler. I hunt rowdy rabble-rouser clowns who fuck around for clout. I am the pound to her ounce, a tower of power – alert. I am versus this brown-turd, halteres-burdened sow - inert. “Look a gift victim in the mouth to rip her two tube-pistons out!”, Is what I’ll be sure to shout before I pounce to silence the sour sound of the coward that flounders, cowered, on the ground ... » Continue Reading
The hammer of night lands a final strike. The last of the sun's slim digits submerge below the horizon's lavender-denim razor. The autumnal swatch of this evening's celestial bloodletting is concluded with a plutonian afternoon. As their father falters and drowns - for the countless-teenth-time behind our earthen sphere - shadows he'd helped me conceive sprout and thrust out from the capsized mass... » Continue Reading
Juices spew, let loose from my sluice; Alabaster ejaculate, A cascade of puked mucous. So, I begin to suffocate; The chase where there's nothing to catch. My line of sight dims to rufous, Haloed by dusky vignette, While my limbs and lips are glued stiff. My veins expand, 'cuz my lungs can't; And with that - a forced orgasm. I contort, but movement's scant. In the footsteps of my spasms, Fires of g... » Continue Reading
The pitter-patter of rain on rooftop sounds like the crackle of flames to him, as he lays in his bed under a wool blanket. "Coffee's ready, my love." His wife tells him, from the rectangular slit that is the hallway light that illuminates the dark bedroom, through shadowy door and frame. "But stay in bed if you'd like, my dear. It's just coffee, not the end of the world." "Mmm-hmm.... » Continue Reading
"You've a god that owes you everything; yet, here you are: begging for favors. Beggars can very well be choosers...if they choose to not worship losers." The Wizard wiggles his ropes looser; sidled by two of the King's bruisers. He's lucky the Mantis King is eating some poor victims shipped in by slavers. A glance at the Dog-Men brought to heel: they've clubs of steel, and miss not one ... » Continue Reading
Some thrums evade the eardrums. This ghost is one if those; And like other no-see-ums, You may not know they're close. It likes to hide in the seams Of old, closeted clothes, And in the spaces between - Like corners of your nose. But if the moon blushes blue And it gets mighty pissed - Or if you've not paid your due » Continue Reading
In the House of Vines There's no need for stairs It's the herbs, you climb To traverse this lair Like a giant's hair In the House of Vines It's a tangled snare That keeps prey entwined On the beds, you'll sleep In a strangers arms And you will not dream Nor need an alarm In the Vine's nest, warm It's needs you will meet Like beasts on a farm You'll » Continue Reading
Pernicious bitch, she claims no name Because there's no need to call her She's rooted deep within our pain A squalid force, horny for slaughter Daughter of shame, lover of hate There's no more "going home" for you There's no escape, babe, it's too late So bid those memories adieu Pernicious bitch, she feels so strange She wants nothing now but the hurt And to squat in squalor, aflame » Continue Reading
Ah, there's too much gas in the blood. Confusion begins to set in; An acid bath, and I'm the tub. It's a basic play to threaten Consequences unthought of - Up to the very last second, As if they were made on a whim. You bet it was planned, I reckon. So, pretend like you care again, While a replacement is beckoned. Ah, these breaths are way too shallow. The water cannot reach my gills. The » Continue Reading
I stare down into shiny black eyes I feel a sense of festered melancholy I stroke the cool, dirty white fur A pitiful sight I should recoil from What was once alive is now decayed As if my touch had shocked it Life springs back into the carcass Now-wide eyes loll to and fro The necrotic equine heaves up Wide and flat mouth-pearls tug at my coat The rickety carcass beckons me to follow it » Continue Reading
Sordid emotions corrode the walls Walls of my mental resistance. Of dragon bone and scale It cannot withstand the freezing. Parasitic serpents They squeeze through the breaches. Feelings I have felt before Coming from many a source. Battledress disintegrating In the stirring sands of eyes. Turning from my presence Existence forgotten with harsh words. Sinking S » Continue Reading
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