#dark poem

[newgirldark]

Beneath the spider's veil,

sleeps the sealed letter;

time strips off its tale,

and death keeps it better.

[newgirldark]

The Biggest Lie About “Masculine” and “Feminine” Energy

The Biggest Lie About “Masculine” and “Feminine” Energy

Beyond labels. Beyond stereotypes. Simply human. The traits that make us human were never meant to be divided by gender.

[paras1ticx]

Hunted

The night will growl and the hounds will whisper

things I did before I did them

A prophecy carved into my back

Impurity gripping tight at my veins

I can’t let them see me

I can’t let them hear me

For now I tread light and slow

Let my dirty socks bear my weight

Tired floor boards creak as I take my final bow

The dogfight begins and my resignation is final

Who shall take my place now

[newgirldark]

[newgirldark]

New Girl Dark (@newgirldark.bsky.social)

To feel deeply is nothing to fear. Every emotion, no matter how strong it may be, is part of who we are... learning to bloom and be free. @n

[suicidalidealization]

Lately, my bones click like old locks.

Each movement a creak, a reminder, a countdown.

My blood has thickened—sluggish, spoiled jam

dragging through tunnels lined with yesterday.

I cough, and something soft comes up.

My spine forgets how to hold me.

It bows, reverent, to the weight of decay.

There’s mold behind my ribs now—

a garden blooming where laughter used to live.

I think I’m becoming soil, piece by piece.

Don’t touch me. I flake when loved too hard.

Even your kindness scrapes me thinner.

I’m waving with fingers I can no longer feel.

Goodbye tastes like ash on my tongue,

but still—I want you to remember me warm.

My breath clings to me like mildew—

wet and persistent in all the wrong places.

I’ve begun to taste copper when I speak,

as if my words bleed out before they reach you.

Don’t cry. This is just the body saying enough.

I’ve grown soft in the wrong ways.

My veins bloom like bruised roots under skin,

and when I sleep, I swear I hear my organs whisper.

They’re packing up. One by one, slipping out.

I’m becoming hollow—sweetly, spitefully.

So let me say goodbye before I start to smell.

Before the maggots in my mind reach the marrow.

I loved you all in ways you never had to see.

But now, I’m afraid if I speak again—I’ll leak

[newgirldark]