Cunt Coven

I’m bad at eating, instead I devour

[keremelcream]

—Richard Siken,“Straw House, Straw Dog”, from “Crush”

[heavensghost]

my favourite quote by Richard Siken

[alienesquechild]

It is July and I have two lovers

It is July and my skin is sparkled with

Beads of sweat

It is July and the rain has not stopped

I am home here

You have dug a hole through my center

-A

[sesiondemadrugada]

Libertad (Clara Roquet, 2021).

[alienesquechild]

I’m going to dismantle us

Eyes peering down on my skin picked face

Boring angel

Hellbent whirlwind

My glass is half full

So I drink it

Legs crossed on the kitchen floor

Dreams of mediocrity

What do you do when I’m not around?

Preach of your love for me

Scream my name through cracked lips

You killed the sun and all the street lamps

Infinite night

I feel nothing for you

In June I learn to knit

In June I killed us

Pressing my flesh to bones

You found her in an online forum

Headlights scan the twisting asphalt

I fed you for days

A cunt at my finest

Curly hair and blood crust

Someone who loved me eons ago stands

On a faraway beach

I am ten rows back

I am the worst years of your life

No calm no storm

Now I wear headphones

Silent little lamb

I left you in the river

Body swept through currents

If she is dead than so am I

If I am dead than so is she

Wretch until you are purged of me

Last I heard you were abroad

Last I heard you learned to to drive trains

Too late

Tragic Little spirit

Cult leader dearest

There is a cabin in the wooded clearing

A wardrobe full of guns

Im a cowboy now

Miss America

Veteran of lust

When did you know I had conquered you?

Mount Everest of lovers

When did you know I was the worst of them?

Baby I can do no wrong

My girls are devils

My girls are polished stone

I have climbed the hill where the grass kisses sky

I have boarded the ship

I am circling the crumbling earth and you

-A

[alienesquechild]

Call me your snow capped mountain

Sprinkled with the dust of the fall

Hellish on your kitchen floor

Dimly lit girl

Even under the Saturday streetlights

Coddled by wrenching breath

Do you like when your limbs go stiff?

A puppet to your emptiness

Flesh covered angel

That skin is not mine

How many more times must I

Give birth to myself?

Slow hum of your fan

The sounds of rain

Artificial

Just like you

Baptized in the bathwater of

Houses outside the city

Has anyone seen her?

My wide mouthed girl

She picks up pennies

And draws pictures in her skin

Screaming at the cars in your driveway

Boots on your steps in the dead of night

I ran circles

Around the grass in your yard

Can you see it still?

Her eyes pressed against those heavy lids

I have bitten into your hand towels and I don’t know if I will ever know her

A prophet of past self

Prayers on the car floorboards

Clouded breath

I trace my name into the window

I lost her

I will never get her back

Sunlight fading

Filthy on the shower tile

-A

[jareckiworld]

Yayoi Kusama — The Coral Reef in the Sea  (watercolor, gouache, pastel and ink, 1954)

[psikonauti]

Tom Hammick (British, b. 1963)

Burning Bush, 2014

Monotype printed in colours

[topcat77]

Marc Chagall

[huariqueje]

Until de End    -    Alessandro Tofanelli ,  2021.

Italian, b. 1959  -  

Oil on wood, 60  x 60 cm.

[alienesquechild]

Soft wax

Gentle drip as light illuminates

The cold chill of spring nights

My toes caress my heel

You could never imagine me

Cook me up through looming thoughts

Carefully dotted freckles and grasping for the solace of my bed sheets

The coo of morning wind

The curse of never knowing

Warm vomit purses against my lips

I meet myself in the reflections of public restrooms

I meet myself in fingers tangled with porcelain

Beautiful and empty

Concave and full of my own desperation

Notches in the bedpost

Of a boy I can’t recall the name of

Twisting bodies and thrashing minds

The world has forgotten her

Eyes meeting headlights

I think of you when I climb metal stairs

I think of you when I see power lines

I think of you as my feet slip

from my desk chair

Did you have a fun night?

Did the basement beams hold your brown eyes to the sky like you wanted?

Did it feel like love?

Fingernails tracing your throat

I didn’t mean to do it

I didn’t mean to

I will give you my last words

and you mine

I have been shouting since

Spiraling down through kisses

Flesh against the carpet

Teeth meeting the sound of my regret

I have locked the front door

I have changed the linens

I have run until I am met with the warm grasp of pavement

-A

[sesiondemadrugada]

Idris Khan.

[alienesquechild]

I’m bad at eating

Cucumber

Coffee grounds

I’ll bite the inside of my cheek

I’ll think of two summers ago

Countless tongues

my mouth is full

I don’t know that girl

I don’t Know her

I don’t want to

Have you met them?

Crying out to the sun

Please don’t set

Please don’t make me see my skin under moonlight

Free fall

Hung by the neck

I haven’t breathed since

I am standing by the river

Sun hat

Choking on you

Spindly framed whore

Slut of my dreams

I dare you to look at me

drag me down the pavement

Kicking

Screaming

Suburban dream

Dog parks

And I’ll stare into their windows

Wide eyed

I’ll consume them

Aching limbs I run through the mountain side

I will crash my car

I will drift off buildings

I will kill that girl

The skin covers nothing

They’ve seen it already

Pierced little carcass

I’m bad at eating

Instead I devour

- A

[polkadotmotmot]

Jung Cheol Lim - That bunny saw you, 2022

[primulaceas]

Mary Oliver, “When I Am Among the Trees.” Thirst

[art-creature]

caught / mixed media on paper

[thunderstruck9]

Genieve Figgis (Irish, b. 1972), Friends in the Studio, 2016. Acrylic on canvas, 80 x 100 cm.