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voyeurism

conceal the past

wipe your filthy mouth

but your bridal dress

is quite sleeveless

and there’s too much

blood to staunch now—

now am i your perfect

silent witness?

.

the curtain protesting

against my hunched

body, you thought it was

just the midnight wind

billowing, but it was the

breaths i failed to hold

shallowly enraged and

almost fucking deranged

.

as the unspeakable acts are

fed to me live right before

my eyes, i want to throw up

i want to stain my melting mind

with a heavy dose of ammonia

and scream to god, and scream

to stop, let my oxygen burst into

flames from immense friction

.

disgusted beyond rationality

i can’t look away, my skin shudders

as i seem to hear yours being viciously

torn apart with a sickening rip and

a sickening crunch and a sickening

laugh—but why was it yours, shit

why the fuck was it yours?! eerie calm

ensues but i’m afraid to come out

.

from my flimsy hiding place—all before the lights

turn off and a shadow shifts in front of me…

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anatomical dissection: mouth

i bite my cheek

until it bleeds

and taste the failure

that impedes

i’ll save the best

the best for last

and drag my tongue

back to the past

i hold, and hold

like i won’t let go

but little did i know

i fell a long time ago.

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mental block. (2)

***

you were a

constellation

but i just didn’t

know how to

connect the dots.

***

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Beware The Rattlebones

“It was perfectly dark, now, but the opening door disturbed the air, and I heard things rattle gently, like dry bones in thin bags, in the slight wind. Click. Clack. Click. Clack.” ~Trigger Warning; Neil Gaiman

~*~

Beware the rattlebones, my child

Who runs every hallow’s eve in the wild

Beware its sharp teeth and sharper smile

That charms like a flower and bites like a file

Beware the thin fingers and nails of green

The chants of red and whispers of mean

And trifle bones that rattle and shake

As if your own heart, it quivers and breaks

.

Beware the rattlebones, my child

For its soul is black and mind grimmer wild

When the fell night is sparse and serene

It goes click click click through the evergreen

As yonder ravens forebode a shrill cry

Still under ominous mist and past the starless sky

It thus waits, for a wandering victim to walk

Into its precarious winds so the poor one it could stalk

.

Beware the rattlebones, my child

Who treads the forest beyond the wild

As its glowing eyes of blinding white

Shall take you on with such a vicious sight

Beware the inky blood that steadfastly drips

From its mangled dry skin and stretched-out lips

Touch not the roughness of its crackled flesh

Hear not its bloodcurdling cackles, or else

.

Beware the rattlebones, my child

For it lives and breathes not only in the wild

It can sneak up to your bedroom window

And no nightlight nor blanket can make it go

But beware if it visits you as you peacefully repose

For you are chosen to be its supper close

If you do unfortunately meet the rattlebones, child, then

Run like hell, or you’ll become one of them.

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drink or dare

cautioned glances

hushed laughter

madness taken

in little sips

dirty secrets

gin and water

madness hidden

mine to keep.

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★ keep chasing ☆

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

i draw circles

with my footsteps

and the aftermath

i erase

i tread on the

virgin snow and

win this existential

galaxy race

in the roadblocks

of striped traffic lights

i’m a pedestrian

just another face

but you take a pencil

and a faint outline

of my soft soul

you trace

i miss the way

that i forget the

colour of your eyes

in a haze

i love the pains

of the midnight sky

and how it resonates

in space

you said to run

when everyone else

is shambling in a

languid laze

so i chase away

and burn the pavement

for your polychrome

glass stain gaze.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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A Series Of Strange Incidents Occurring Within and Outside the Walls of 221B Baker Street

(……….I don’t even know…)

~*~

A GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE

Chase me, one, two, three

Scurry, hurry, you and John

Easy boys……..no rush.

~*~

IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH

Who did I marry?

A double missionary

Who are you, Mary?

~*~

A FUN HOBBY

A case of cheap thrills

Another chalk up the kill

Pastime, if you will.

~*~

LESTRADE JUST WANTS A BREAK

I tire of such games

Huge bombings and explosions

Not my division.

~*~

WHO IS MYCROFT HOLMES?

Diogenes club member

Or, if circumstances rise

British Government.

~*~

MOLLY’S WOES

Hair done, lipstick lush

Cold corpses, science, cheek blush

Sherlock, notice me.

~*~

#1 TOURIST SPOT

Buckingham Palace

Home of monarchs, nicked ashtrays,

Detectives in sheets…

~*~

GOODBYE BRITANNIA

Bye, Mrs. Hudson

Baker Street will be empty

And England will fall.

~*~

KING AND KEY

I got my own crown

And the key to everywhere

Let the fun begin.

~*~

THE BRUISED VICAR AND THE WOMAN

Man punched ’round the clock

Secretive woman defrocked

Shhh…I am S H E Rlocked.

~*~

WILDEST STAG PARTY

Beakers of lager

A giggling game of guessing

Off to clue for looks.

~*~

NEARLY GAVE MRS. HUDSON A HEART ATTACK BUT WORTH IT

Adventure beckons

Or I could sit here waiting…

I say, damn my leg!

~*~

SUITING UP

Big coat, short Watson

Blue scarf, deerstalker hat

Ready for action.

~*~

THE POOR LANDLADY

Eyeballs in their tea

Chemicals, brutality

A head in the fridge.

~*~

#MORIARTYLIVES

Bullet in my mouth

Bloody grin on my cold face

Fake deaths—such a drag.

~*~

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