" She shows me what she would like to do in lucid daydreams;
she lets me hear the cracking of bones and the wet squishing of flesh being torn. "

I'd rather write disturbing and overly personal poetry than not write poetry at all. Here is some of the writing I've done while struggling with C-PTSD and other ills. It's stretched out over several years of writing for I still like some of the things I wrote as a teenager. (Oldest poems will be put in first)

WARNING: Most of these poems use violent metaphors, and many of them discuss topics such as sexual abuse, suicide, self harm, and psychosis. Read with caution.


Titel Nieuwste eerst Woorden Gelezen Aangepast
Pulse 129 24 7 maanden geleden
Meadow 98 24 7 maanden geleden
Porcelain 69 28 7 maanden geleden
Closet 77 26 7 maanden geleden
Flower field 154 27 7 maanden geleden
Song of Eve 476 22 7 maanden geleden
Rage is its own form of pleasure 1530 27 7 maanden geleden
Cassandra 218 25 7 maanden geleden
Eyeball 378 25 7 maanden geleden
Rape 401 24 7 maanden geleden
Lola 349 2 2 weken geleden

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