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toniscales (Lost Girl)
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Blood and Bone

SirCreepy
Colten Sorrells
Fire of Insight
United States 4awards
Joined 13th Oct 2013
Forum Posts: 375

BUMP! (not an entry)

ilovescarystories
Thought Provoker
United States 2awards
Joined 7th Mar 2014
Forum Posts: 159

The most beautiful day of my life

You were there with me standing by my side.
I kissed your rosy cheek and it left a red lipstick stain, it was a kiss of death.
I loved to hold your face in my hand, I loved feeling power over you.
There was blood on the wall but honey dear that's just a new coat of paint.
There was a rotten smell beneath my floor boards.
But honey that's just the roast in the oven.
Oh honey... I guess I forgot to mention that your my next honey bunchy husband pot pie.
Oh my honey bunchy your wife never died on accident, I just set her free.

toniscales
Lost Girl
Fire of Insight
United States 36awards
Joined 16th Dec 2014
Forum Posts: 420

Trocar

the dull blade of the trocar
slides through my abdomen

all the lights of my dreams
flicker out
as my head hits the floor

such dismal sufferings
i wish to savor

unearthly flows
guttural stench
where cords are crucified

entrails fall
like scarlet rosaries
chimes dripping
with sanctities
blessings

BrokynSyn
Lost Thinker
Australia
Joined 19th Dec 2014
Forum Posts: 19

Your blood is my drink,
As I use your bones to pick apart your flesh.
A twisted smile as I enjoy by feast,
Goodbye to the man who once was a beast.

SirCreepy
Colten Sorrells
Fire of Insight
United States 4awards
Joined 13th Oct 2013
Forum Posts: 375

I
Am
The
Dog
That
Gets
Beat

Shove
My
Nose
In
Shit

toniscales
Lost Girl
Fire of Insight
United States 36awards
Joined 16th Dec 2014
Forum Posts: 420

Irish Jigs


the dead only hum at night
when my blood has thinned
to liquid dust

we shoot them up
with narcotic formaldehyde
concoctions

making them twitch
roll
such pale-gray storms

at night they waltz
dance authentic Irish jigs

like people in sad films
fated to lose their houses
children
freedom

toniscales
Lost Girl
Fire of Insight
United States 36awards
Joined 16th Dec 2014
Forum Posts: 420

Angels


Bodies sleep under starched sheets,
tomes of prayers pressed in silk.
My guardian angels,
lending me a new lease on life,

fascinating me
more than the living
and flavoring my head
with importance.

My dream-needles
pierce their abscesses,
their staples of tongues
laminate my wounds.

toniscales
Lost Girl
Fire of Insight
United States 36awards
Joined 16th Dec 2014
Forum Posts: 420

Voices


I am worried at myself,
I’ve lost concern for the dead.
Once they spoke their messages.
Now they’ve lost their voices.

Burgundy blood
pools from hooks.
It becomes meat and time,
empty containers,
organ donors
curled inward upon themselves–-

fish-gutted angels,
lumpy sausages without eyes.

poet Anonymous

13 Stitches

He chopped swiftly
right in the middle
the siamese replica
of my effigy.

Sewed the frayed seams
tucking the remnants
in a perfect compromise
smoothing the creases
of lulled treasons
filling with ashes and bile.

She has the heart.
I have the mind.

A kiss, planted
in the cynical night.

LobodeSanPedro
Tyrant of Words
Sierra Leone 109awards
Joined 16th Apr 2013
Forum Posts: 3304

todd

zoophilous screams amplify snot bubbles
that tremble and pop
blood
semen
piss
coagulating at your knees

making my feet sticky
the fly stuck on spiraled paper above you
yet I am the butcher in this meat house too

And "no ... I won't make it quick"

"because you taste best warm"

summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
India 34awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 1301

underneaths, non-mummified

maggots wriggled out
of flesh stuck in bits
over chalky skeletals

untouched booming skins
yearned a malicious burst
from a weakened wave
of your distant finger,
my serial killer

hid decayings
under ethically glowered skins for once

stinky meat
mashed with jellied menstruals
to be splashed
out

tug of war




LobodeSanPedro
Tyrant of Words
Sierra Leone 109awards
Joined 16th Apr 2013
Forum Posts: 3304

i'm lovin' it

always taken by the throat
press their faces against the inferno
rendering them blind and defenseless

slit the throat
and scorch the body
there can be no evidence of life

flesh to the grinder for sweet pulp ...

... Each one is good for 20 McNuggets


LobodeSanPedro
Tyrant of Words
Sierra Leone 109awards
Joined 16th Apr 2013
Forum Posts: 3304

the offering

you have your period
I prefer it actually
so I can taste your blood

ride my tongue  
fill my mouth with the after life of your orgasm
remnants trapped in my nostrils  

I bend you over this family's crypt
feeding you the wolf's bone
we're bloodied among the dead

summultima
uma
Dangerous Mind
India 34awards
Joined 3rd Feb 2012
Forum Posts: 1301

 post-hunt

" Donn come inside" she whimpered
" inside me, my thoughts, my throat"

his overly shrinking eyelid corners
knew what she was
and, what she was upto
the huntress

had once tumbled
into those dreamt valleys
bricklined live with leaches
of her scorching thirsts
that sucked his wicked greeds

his scaly remains


poet Anonymous

The Resurrection of Satanae

Let the curse decrypt
awakening nymphs
in baptismal orgasm
bloodletting,
profanely tormenting
in luciferian pandemonium

Son of Dawn,
Rise!
Your kingdom has come
cast Jackal's seeds
in licentious alchemy.

Devouring
daughters of Lilith;
beauties with quivering thighs
whores sprawled shameless
licking sins of Sodom(y)
in the alter of divine.


Vivus! Serpentis
ave’ antichristus

Ominpotentiae!


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