She fucked him to remember She fucked him to forget She fucked him to feel beautiful She fucked him to be someone else She fucked him to drown out the pain She fucked him to feel alive Because when he was deep inside her That’s when the world made sense tara caribou | ©️2017
It was just a frumpy little thing. Missing an eye. Torn and resewn over and over. Threadbare, you could barely tell the original coloring of its fur. His nose had been lost many years ago. A mouse-haired little girl had played with him once upon a time. She named him Stripey and took him everywhere. […]
My mind is circling again. The demons of old are whispering in my ear and I am listening. God. Why do I listen? You’ll never be good enough. You’re not worth it. You should be a better artist. You aren’t intelligent enough. You should be sexier, more hip, in touch. He’ll never make his way […]
Voices call and sometimes I answer Feel the cold blade How it beckons, longs To stretch across my skin Bright red ribbons Becoming darker, thicker Hot, wet, wonderful Freak! Freak! Freak! They shout into my greedy ear That’s not normal! But oh how lovely it is Stroke upon stroke A better brush and canvas An […]
black beetles creeping down the walls eyes stare out nothing behind them except everything everything everything every thing nothing behind them at all black beetles clickety-click-cuhlicking along ash curlicues swirls and slithers through my veins dancing pearls down my veins alphabet ash moves slow out my veins my veins as roads to pure thought black […]
I had struggled within myself. I was working through the internal war which I always fought. The Lover, the Inflictor, the Jester, the Intellect, the Artist. We all periodically conflicted and we all occasionally worked together. Sometimes the Lover and Jester held hands and became the Flirt. At times it was the Inflictor and the […]
Using ashes, mixed with tears, I smear mud across my skin Over my breasts and down my ribs Handfuls caked In my hair, over my eyes Down my legs and past my thighs May these ashes, these tears, Cleanse me, renew me See, I’m dirty, filthy, disgusting How I let him take the best part […]
A short story response to Braeden Michaels’ poem of the same name. Lord Rellik, the demon overlord.
sitting in a grungy diner having a bit of gossip with a friend the bells on the door jingle a dark stranger walks through the door wearing all black and a trimmed goatee and carefully styled hair he looks right at me I barely pay him any mind but keep up my mundane talk the […]
Dripping tar slid from glassy blues Sliding down unwashed cheeks Radiating infection as it goes Oozing Draining Permeating Filling the cracks and crevices That life had hollowed out With salt-flavored goo Covering over Spreading Pull away quick Don’t touch or you’ll get it too Eyes down Lungs dry Deep wracking breaths Shudder and sigh Desecration […]
