filth

confessions of a rotten girl

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The poetry collection to my regular blog @softclawed. Potentially sensitive content // Knock yourself out. Original works, please don't share without credit. Feedback is welcome.

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Military sheets mutilated, ripped from the palate. Army boys head over heels, bent like bodily deformities. I'm smitten.

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Mattress

Styrofoam pasture squeamish by the fretter, volunteer kept in leather. I've been wilderness, obtained. I mull in iron cot. Soft-spotted sickness straps me to the mattress. Mild adhesive to treatment suit sodden in maiden lube. Lotion lather fermentation, wimpy youth preservation.

Sugar-secreting specimen jars teemed of black flies' charm, flock to textile dairy blots. Thrashing like a baby, I'm heavy as a rock.

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Sewage Maw

Sewage pipe erect, the lap is sapping leakage tube. Excretes to the sewer; jaw septic.

Black spore impregnation, fungi plaque. The pleasure hole gapes. Penetration meal for cavity maw. Fill it with regular, force-feeding. Premature gutter bloat; stay soft, get eaten.

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Ugly

Caterpillars inching under the skin, wrinkling the surface they swell within. Flaking, moist with lotion and softened tissue bulge slicked. Carcass piling flattened, their delicacy licked.

Caterpillars itching under the skin, scratched and scraping, they flinch, stroked gently and pinched, pouting curds, clumping and twitching the nerves. They excite. They entice. Poked puffy, spiking their fuzzy bodies, splinters throbbing me, inflamation-giddy larvae. Pleasure babies, they're blushing! Flustered tissue offspring.

Caterpillars limping under the skin, fat with vanilla stuffing. They mate, melt into cream, pus-plump gauze. Slathering churned creme filling unto young leather caking; rancid puff pastry. Convulsions midst dough membrane, caterpillars squelch in clotted custard buffet. Scar assault spasms, they excite, they entice sadism.

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Sour Apple Sucker

She's kicking the curb, has a mouthful. Girls are so difficult! Pockets stuffed with sour apple lollies. Oral fixation, she's suckling sweets. Hard candy baby, sore in her confectionery wrapper. Soft core oozing through the plasticized paper. Palliation piling in the trash bin, jammed with tacky napkins. Girls always carry that stickiness within.

Unpack her, bite through the sugar coating, split it, Jawbreaker, crush her between your teeth. Sour apple sucker, suck her, wry. Girls carry that gooeyness tightly inside.

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Enameled Cusp

Bittersweet flavor nestle inside of the cheek. Molars penetrate mangling meat. Coarse gape of juggling teeth.

I want to feed.

Candy smile collision bursting filling: ferality ambitions. Encoiling limbs wreathing kinks into tendons twisting extremeties to hurling hits. For joined volitions' wrestle, meddling mess.

I give a fracture kiss.

Fists buckle strength bestowing brawl. Aim impact to the asphalt.

Hand-holding assault had nerves mauled, burst buds taste of gentle cloying acid. Taste love.

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Poppy Leaves

Poppy bouquets to me. Sinking in the still tall grass, sensitive joys passed unto me by the annual man.

He treads off the trampled path up the hill, steps up to the height of still tall grass. In the halms his weeded face parting of the red of his lips for humbled ground. He, himself kneels with his vailing bequest I entreat: Merry me

he did, the annual; men proposing fickle joys, popping seeds past poppies trailing off the paths.

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Strawberry Bits

Sobriety distilled arteries chafe euphoric irritation slurped up. Soft lumps sloshing above mouth palate. Sensory fuzz welling up in the throat, curdled blood. Swallow.

Bliss in the stomach pit, gulped strawberry bits. Muscle twitching under the tongue, marijuana-numbed. Mild pumps jamming soft stifling mold clumps. Uvula saps rampant discharge flourishing squash. Disintegrating coiling mash. Disintegrating, coiling mash.

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Pliancy Play

Soft pink walls spreading at the fingertips, gooey paint dug out leaking on deposted bed. Mellow gouge, red hyacinth swells between the hips. Cheap vodka bottles in the yard. Scooped tissue sliced on glass shards.

Scraped bud trembling, dulled, succumbing, pruned soft spiked thighs. Harvest lain on warm bathroom floor; callow pink walls, ripe. Shut the blinds.

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post Confessional

Grace pearls in my hands, magnanimous kisses to my feet.

Liquid silver churns from my lids, pearl handcuffs to delicacy-skinned wrists. Paper Angels taped to the walls in valley of the dolls.

Salvia salivating salvation. The knuckles urge, push unrooted sprout to conserve. Full-fledged white strains the skin.

Lips feeble, my reason falls victim and paperclips bend. My chalk skull crumbles beneath my soles, exegesis mills.

I swallow the seeds. I punch my tattered mind. Tart stimulation, kick to the rusting spine – I punch my tattered face.

Contamination gorging restraints.

I lull the fraying dolls post confessional.

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Comfort

Tubes cling to the maggots, squeezing milk out their bodies. Popped larvae shells wrung dry wedged between lapping folds. Pulp mushing inside the bowels, sugar filling dumpster guts.

I hugged the burst garbage bags and quilts of maggots covered me.

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Entbound

Creeping from the seams, seeping through the wounds; a body blooms Scarlet I am leaking out of me.

All gaping mouths full dirt, I'm cradled by the earth.

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Refuge

Frolicking for forest finds offering branched obediently the bushes mime with me meek and sweet and lush are their berries lashing out at me from behind the leaves bow to the triumph unleashing the Beast

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Chaplet Customs

Legs folded over as diptych, with stripped knees prostrated on renaissance stone. I speak the Glory be under may's dome.

Thy ivory statuette has prevailed over thee, therefore I hail by the bead. I will bring what world has bequeathed the banished children of Eve. Combat boots' tread - Each is

Heil Mary,

blessed is the fruit of thy womb, bad sons. Belief bears no qualms using my gun.

Mother of Mercy,

kindle now prayer for me, for duty son to consecration.

The smell of the garden's animals fouls homage I bring Hail to the prowl.