Protective plates attach delicately to fragile beds, strong only when the crimson force flows through the ventricles, creating braids of fibers winding and organizing the barrier that protects from the elements. Warriors slow with chill of an unnatural winter...they creep and crawl, crying out for warmth but find none. They create landscapes of gray, blue, black before ending their journeys in stillness. Shields crack and crumble. Tissues fray and rots. The earth feasts.
Lauren
Today I punctured my chest,
I took a knife,
carved a hole as I haven't felt the throb
and I needed verification.
Releasing it from its confines,
palpating in my hand,
spouting out blood,
I watched astonished to find it in working order
once separated from its cage.
Marie Casey
The Depths
Standing at the waters edge
I wait in the darkness
Wondering if you'll come
The mist approaches
Wrapping its tendrils around me
In a cool embrace
I welcome its icy fingers
As it has been so long
Since I've felt anything
A shiver down my spine
Goose flesh on my arms
And then I hear it
Your words on the wind
You beckon me to join you
How can I resist
Wading into the water
I let them carry me
Down to the depths with you.
Kayla Wieland
Hollow Bodies
Walking down this old dirt road
Hand in hand we travel
You may see us pass you by
But we won't acknowledge you
Our souls have left us
We cannot smile
And so we walk along
Following the trail ahead
Hollow bodies once united
Now, as good as dead.
Kayla Wieland
Insomniac
Can you hear them coming now
They're dancing on my grave again
They shout in whispers, tear asunder
Things beneath my skin
I can feel them hear tonight
Pry my lids and watch them stare
They cross to my bed, hold me closer
Than sleep ever did
Oh, oh
Ring my eyes, and drag me down
Oh, oh
Finding ways to make me drown
Oh, oh
If only I could dream up space
Oh, oh
Finally, I'd have a place
To rest
What am I and who are they
I'm still clawing at their sins
It's fractured, scattered bones in places
I can't see through skin
Over and over, same old faces
Ashen, empty, look what we've done
Should I writhe or lie awake
Contemplate till morning sun
Oh, oh
Ring my eyes, and drag me down
Oh, oh
Finding ways to make me drown
Oh, oh
If only I could dream up space
Oh, oh
Finally, I'd have a place
To rest
Make no mistake
Even when you lie awake
They'll track you down
Carve you out
Till you're hollow in the face
Oh, oh
Ring my eyes, and drag me down
Oh, oh
Finding ways to make me drown
Oh, oh
If only I could dream up space
Oh, oh
Finally, I'd have a place
To rest
Make no mistake
I'd leave here today
And find a place to rest
The Songbird
If I was to call you a Nothing
Would you shake your head and tell me Something
Or close your eyes and whisper Always
I never know when you're looking at Nothing
If you're perhaps seeing Something
Or simply trying to get Away
Sometimes, I feel you there
A warm comfort at the back of my mind
Other times, you disappear
But there's a cold ache you leave behind
The tempestuous, selfish creature in the mirror
Shreds life between her fingers as she begs for her own
The vibrant songbird on her shoulder
Sits in its cage with eyes closed
Sing me a tune
That'll pick at heartstrings
So I'll known mine are not cut
Once, you flew
On those tattered wings
Now I rarely see you get up
Jordan Duncan
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The Morrigan
She wears death like an amulet around her neck. Letting her fingers delicately brush it’s surface as it lays gently on her porcelain sternum to remind her of its ever constant presence.
She welcomes decay like a soft woven blanket, wrapping herself in its embrace as she stokes the fire of passion in the hearth.
She seals destruction with a kiss, leaving the deep burgundy creases of warm lips on unsuspecting lovers who tempt fate.
She stands tall like a raven perched high in the woods, gazing out proudly over the fall of man.
Lauren
Artist Unknown
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