#darkpoetry

[vampressart]

[hellmunsonfire]

[lucasgarcete]

© The insomniac, by Lucas Garcete {via Instagram}

[teetheandflower]

Whisper to the night

Whisper to the night

all your secret loves—

push from parted lips and teeth

the words you smuggle in breath and tongue,

the fears that ferry you to the edge,

and the loathing that keeps your company.

Whisper to the night

when the day abandons you

and every jackal comes whining to your side,

kicking and howling at the moon

while you and your sweet voice say

"This is my home now."

Whisper to the night

your rages and your cages,

taste of iron on dessicated tongue,

fly into your fits like a fucked up bluebird

and give me back the sky,

the one you stole from me.

[featherrest]

Feathers like a wound across the mouth. Silence learned the hard way. Photo: Thomas Gerwers

[velletrun]

I see nothing, it's so dark in my head.

~velletrun

[funeralrites666]

rotten to the core. 🌑

[acataclysmicthesis]

In The Walls

Giggling.

in the walls,

soft at first.

Growing slowly, louder—closer,

sliding through the plaster like fingers.

It follows me from room to room,

pounding against my ears.

I’m searching—scrambling for an exit,

but there’s only the giggling,

the halls never end.

It turns maniacal,

amplifying everywhere.

I tear at the walls,

shredding drywall, nails splitting, bleeding.

 The laughter—unbearable.

My ears are ringing as I hit the floor,

crying, begging for mercy.

The howling swirls around me, mocking.

It stops.

My throat is raw.

© A Cataclysmic Thesis 2026