[Désastre Corporel]

sexonadeathbed:

A Sharp Piece of Awesome accepted my poetry!! They’re publishing it in their May 2012 issue! I’m literally crying my eyes out. It’s been seven years since I was last published, and this is WAY BIGGER than what I was last published in. 

Reblogging for those of you who follow this page, but not my personal blog. So excited!

under the cut for self-harmist bullshit

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sexonadeathbed:

sad little deer-girl

blood everywhere; blood in all the

wrong places.

everything about her

is wrong—the soft pink fur,

blue eyes rimmed with red,

boyhairgirlhair

what are you?

you fall in love too easily

who died in hell

and made you

king?

this last time you’ll hear from me,

oh wretched one, goodbye.

To think that once I held you dear,

oh vile one, intentions clear

as sealing wax, I will not fear

you anymore, foul domineer.

To taste your tears would be so fine,

atrocity, besmirched divine,

to revel in your pain, sublime,

I hope you fell, I hope you died.

sexonadeathbed:

you cover your ugliness 

with flowers

but

flowers

always

die.

sexonadeathbed:

There are empty mead bottles cluttering my bookshelf next to my bed, green light filtering through and staining the old faerytales absinthe green. A coffee in hand, steam fogging my dark framed glasses, type-type-typing away at nothing. Typing away at my little world that I keep in a glass case, covered in day lilies, the mourners silent and forgotten. I create things that can never be, and so torment myself into delectable misery.

why didn’t you die?

i tried and tried

the chloroform fumes
the shovel
the hatchet

nothing would do the job

nothing would keep you 

from haunting

me.