#gore

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  • sarahrachelea 19w

    Lovesick

    I love you so bad it hurts
    I'm obsessed with you it's unhealthy
    Sweetheart, cherry pie, my whore
    I adore you to the core it's gore

    ~ brutally possessed by you
    ©sarahrachelea

  • pallavi4 38w

    Hands

    I awoke with a scream and saw blood on my hands
    Her unmoving form was beside me and a knife was in my hands
    Startled and shaken, the knife slipped from my hands
    The situation seemed bizarre and out of my hands
    How had the knife and blood made their way into my hands?
    I stood up unsteadily , placing my weight on my hands
    And glanced around and again at my bloody hands
    In the middle of nowhere , out of place looked my bloody hands
    A rope I thankfully found placed beside her slashed hands
    I tied her legs and bound her two fragile and mangled hands
    Then dragged her to the nearby lake by her hands
    I threw her into the lake using all the strength in my hands
    I threw the knife too, flung it with my hands
    Then cleaned the blood off carefully off of my hands
    The crime scene now didn’t hold a connection to me or my hands
    I was bewildered that I had managed a murder with these artistic hands
    I walked towards the winding road looking at my hands
    Mentally I wouldn’t be able to rid the blood off of my hands
    I stumbled and fell down often weighing down on my hands
    Yet I continued walking for the sake of these very hands
    Only a brush and paint ever had been held by these hands
    Now in a mess I was thanks to the wilfulness of my hands
    Why did I have to commit a crime using these artist’s hands ?
    I looked at the light at the end of the road covering my eyes with my hands
    It became brighter till it shone from between my hands
    It was then that I woke up from my dream screaming and waving my hands
    At the source of the light trying to stop it with my hands
    I took my head into my tired and long fingered hands
    Then kept staring confused at the paleness of my innocent, bloodless hands

    @pallavi4

    2nd of September, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- “Acrylic Hands” by Elle Smallwood

    #wod #epistrophe #hands #stories_in_poems #murder #sleep #gore #knife @writersnetwork #writerstolli #miraquill #MirakeeWorld #writersnetwork #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @miraquill

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  • faceless90 44w

    DAWNKerfuffle

    As the sun begins to peek through the darkest of nights, I release all feelings of love till sublime emotions come forth and then flutter through my ribbed stomach to bind all the butterflies lies; butterfly fly through this wondrous sky until sunrises die from kerfuffles with night
    ©faceless90

  • deadlittlesongbird 53w

    The Lost

    Center of the universe
    Sparkles in those decaying eyes.
    The first breath of life.

    Dew laden lilacs above
    This rotting temple of meat.
    Splintered bones that smell so sweet.

    Is that me or you?
    My mother or sister,
    Perhaps not father or departed brother.

    Broken family tree
    Whose roots house the lost.
    Therein lies the center of the universe.
    ©deadlittlesongbird

  • pallavi4 56w

    Daydream

    I was in the kitchen putting away the grocery
    When I heard him in come through the main door
    The sound of the heels on his shoes made me cringe
    As everyday, as he walked on the wooden floor

    Wordlessly he bounded up the stairs
    It had been several weeks since we last spoke
    The final nail in the coffin had been when he
    My favourite painting in a fit of rage he broke

    Everything now about him seemed to get on my nerves
    I didn’t think I could make this last much longer
    To stand his perky, overly hyper mannerisms
    I suspected he’d require someone much stronger

    I’m not sure when it happened exactly
    But I couldn’t be around him anymore
    He would chew his food noisily and make
    Gurgling noises when tea he would pour

    His lack of empathy and his sarcasm that he
    Thought made him the smartest one in the room
    Would make me want to strangle him slowly
    Painfully beat him to a pulp with my broom

    It was safe to say that I was done with him
    Only two options in front of me now lay
    Either I could grin, bear and put up with him
    Or find a way out to flee and from him get away

    I stood holding the chef’s knife from the counter
    After a while I stealthily made my way up the stairs
    We lived in the country, deep in the woods
    I was sure no one would hear a thing from there

    He was asleep upstairs quite soundly
    When I creaked open the bedroom door
    I crept inside like a seasoned thief and quietly
    Slit his throat, spilled his guts on the floor

    I stood over his unmoving form like an amazon
    Feeling relief, freedom and a sense of pride
    I’d managed to assuage my anger from the fights
    Made myself again feel alive inside

    The sight of his blood oozing made me feel
    Strangely and amusingly intrigued
    I wouldn’t have ever imagined a door mouse like me
    Would feel so elated instead of remorseful fatigue

    Someone suddenly touched my shoulder
    And I jolted from what had been a daydream
    He apologised and hugged a very nervous me
    While I sat like a unfeeling rock stifling a scream

    I’d begun to fantasise in the summer heat
    While waiting for him to go upstairs
    In my head I’d attained the awaited emancipation
    And become irritated when oblivious to reality I was caught unaware

    @pallavi4

    30th of April, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner- Bloody Fingers by Dark Mood Art

    #daydreamc #daydream #gore #murder_stories #love_gone_sour #stories_in_poems #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee

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  • pallavi4 57w

    Birds of a feather

    Slowly I smirked to myself musing
    No longer was I tied to that monster for life
    I was a nice and decent man and I definitely
    Deserved someone more grateful for a wife

    I planned to call the cops come the morn
    Report her missing and bring this ordeal to an end
    The witch of a wife I’d endured for this long
    Had erroneously thought that for her I would always bend

    Half an hour back I’d driven from the lake
    Just on the outskirts of my city
    And sat comfortably in the boat and watched
    Her drown without a pinch of pity

    On my shoulder I’d carried her form to the car
    From the house that I’d cleaned with bleach
    After piercing her heart with a blade
    With an aloofness that would’ve been difficult to teach

    I had picked up the kitchen knife and lurched at her
    Surprised to see her eyes in shock widen
    And stood over her after I’d stabbed her unceremoniously
    Like the great conqueror of the sea - Poseidon

    Two years of suffering at her hands
    Of the painful and suffocating abuse
    The incessant and constant nagging
    And the stomping of her high healed shoes

    I was naive when we got married
    Thought we would be happy and blissful
    From the first week on she turned into a nightmare
    Making my life on a daily basis miserable

    I would have willingly tolerated her for an eternity
    I thought I loved her enough for that
    But she began messing with my brain
    And picking fights at the drop of a hat

    As the blood had trickled down my forehead
    The splashes had begun to downwardly seep
    I had stood over my wife’s dead body
    Wondering if I should break down and weep

    Now with all that behind me as I lie comfortably in my bed
    I know to another I’ll be obliging, loving and able
    As long as my buttons aren’t pushed too hard
    And people remained gracious, I will be stable

    @pallavi4

    19th of April, 2021

    Pic credit: Pinterest, picture credited to its rightful owner

    #wod #slowly #cityc #insane_stories #stories_in_poems #gore #murder #homicide #writersbay @writersbay @writersnetwork #writerstolli #writersnetwork #mirakee #mirakeeworld #readwriteunite #thepoetrycommunity #poetry #pod #writerscommunity @mirakee #pallavi_editors_choice

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  • dawn_dreams 64w

    Canvas

    A Knife clatters on the floor.....
    A scream echoes in the barren halls....as blood splatters on the pale walls......
    A life slowly drains out....with gut wrenching finality.....
    A murderer savours his masterpiece on the canvas of brutality

    ©dawn_dreams

  • kitty8frost 65w

    Butterfly

    Can I grow some wings, fly away from this place?
    Can I tear my skin off and get a new face?
    Can I ever love myself the way I did before?
    Can I even mend my own broken heart anymore?

    Would it hurt if I suddenly grew pretty butterfly wings?
    Would it even be enjoyable, the freedom that it brings?
    Would everything return to normal or just stay the same?
    Would I have to stand taller or hang my head in shame?

    "Do not worry about a thing, I'll be alright"
    At least that's what I would say if this all goes right
    Then I'd stand on the edge and become a butterfly
    I jump right off the building and look up to the sky

    But my wings were damaged before taking flight
    I fell to the ground, then everything went white

    ©kitty8frost

  • kitty8frost 65w

    Sunflower

    Tearing through the flesh, I can see my bones
    Walking through the graveyard, past all the stones

    I can see the sunflower sat by my grave
    I was too broken for anyone to save

    Peeling off my skin, peeking underneath
    Poking out my eyes, ripping out my teeth

    Snapping every petal off to devour
    No one will ever miss this little sunflower

    Ignoring the tears that are flowing down my cheeks
    Pretending you don't care while hearing all my shrieks

    Watching as the blood drips down to my feet
    All the time that I lived feels bittersweet

    All my torn up clothes remind me what I lost
    Finally ended my life but at what cost?

    ©kitty8frost

  • deadlittlesongbird 68w

    Secrets

    I lurk inside
    Wanting out.
    You cannot hide me.

    Yearning for freedom
    I will do anything to feel fresh air,
    To reveal the truth.

    My claws dig
    Into your muscles, stomach,
    Bones and skin.

    Your bones crack and splinter,
    Your muscles shred,
    Blood oozes.

    Your organs and blood
    Are under my nails.
    The feeling is euphoric.

    You conceal me behind a smile,
    In your body
    And in your mind.

    You hide me
    So people don't know
    So people can't see who you really are.
    ©deadlittlesongbird

  • mighty_are_the_fallen 80w

    Bait

    When you find me dead,
    Strip me bare,
    I don't want anyone to know i was there.
    I live in a world,
    Where maggots eat you rare.
    Horrifying stories,
    Realization dawns.
    Mince me up,
    Out for bait,
    Fishing for a hook.
    Nothings late.

  • normancrane 92w

    I Am Light

    Stick your knife into my crown,
    Slice down to the chin,
    Dig your fingers in,
    And unwrap the skull within.
    Stretch and dry this facial leather,
    Draping it over a conical framework of bone,
    Ends glued together or sewn,
    Next: sever
    The skull from the spine,
    Polish to a shine,
    And screw into the base of your lamp,
    Plug in: electron flow illuminating my mind,
    Aglow with ideas
    Of a submission radiantly divine

  • anyelia 93w

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    A Demon's Birth

    Her sword tore through sinew and bone. Rotting flesh fell to the ground in chunks, splashing blood around her ankles. Around her mindless beasts swarmed her, each pushing forward with no concern for the ones before it. None phased in the slightest by their predecessor, sliced down in a single strike. Each, madly rushing for her beating heart.

    When had she arrived in this hell? She didn't ask that question anymore.

    A man shaped creature shuffled before her. One leg was twisted. An arm trailed behind it, the tissue connecting it to its socket hung in tattered, stretched strands, ripping further with each jerking movement. What rotting flesh remained was discolored, alternating between putrid green and burned black. Malice and magic alone kept the thing on its feet.

    A swift horizontal strike put an end to that. Its torso fell one way, its mangled legs fell the other. A howling female form lurched into the suddenly vacant space, tripping over the fallen legs.

    She stabbed down into the fallen creature's head, twisting the blade as it went. It fell still in time for a burning hound to leap from the back lines of the fray.

    The hound collided with her, knocking her from her feet, pulling her hand from her great sword's handle.

    The two rolled in the muck. It wrestled to bite its ebony teeth into her neck, she clenched top and bottom of its gaping maw, shoving it open and back. The beast's flaming skin scorched her armor and burned her face.

    But she'd been here before.

    She rolled so she was on top of it, shoving one armored arm down the beast's throat, bearing the rising heat of its flaming body. With her free hand she pulled her dagger from her belt and stabbed directly into the nearest crimson eye. Again and again until it stopped writhing.

    Until a clumsy hand grabbed at her hair and clawed at her armored back.

    She spun to her feet, kicking back the monster at her heals. A flick of her wrist and she embedded the dagger between another's eyes.

    She pulled her sword from its last victim and made a great sweeping strike, again buying herself a bloody circle of deathly peace.

    When had she learned how to fight these things? She couldn't remember now.

    She cut down another and another.

    Where had she been before? Vaguely it seemed to her she'd been somewhere else before.

    Another.

    Why had she come here?

    Three more fell to a diagonal strike, slicing through burning flesh and shattering bone.

    Had she been looking for something once?

    She spun, knocking those around her from their feet with her extended blade.

    Someone maybe?

    A head rolled from its shoulders.

    She had these thoughts occasionally. A nagging feeling more than thought really. A sense that there had once been more to surviving than slaying these creatures.

    Two more.

    Was there something more than surviving?

    Limbs fell to the ground separate from their bodies.

    Screaming joined the howl of beasts and growl of monsters.

    She cut another in half, head to toe.

    No, maybe not screaming? There was another word for this noise.

    Flaming bats shot toward her face. She side stepped them, cutting one down as it flew past her, tossing her dagger after the other.

    Crying? Was that what it was?

    She frowned as she sunk her sword hilt deep in the next body.

    Not the broken crying of the witches or the gulping crying of the bodies whose necks already had holes either. Real, sorrowful crying?

    She pulled her sword free, burying the pommel in the gut of the man like creature behind her. It crumpled at her feet, only to be stomped on with one metal boot.

    Sorrow. She remembered that one, maybe.

    Four more collapsed in a pile of pieces on either side of her.

    She'd stood under the night sky once, that same crying coming from her lips. She remembered that now.

    She didn't think she could make that noise anymore. Couldn't think of any sound but the grunt she made as she drove her blade through decaying flesh or burning skin.

    But she'd held something then, under that dark sky. Hadn't she? Something small. Something warm but growing cold?

    She'd fallen to her knees that night. Wailed until there was nothing left.

    Another. And another.

    The crying continued.

    She spared a second, expanding her sight beyond the immediate circle of prey around her. Each direction seemed the same as always. An endless pool of crimson blood. Still corpses sinking into the unknown depths, thrashing creatures, barely more than corpses, crawling back again. A haze of smoke hung over the landscape, oppressive and omnipresent.

    Two more crumpled.

    Was it above her? She looked up, into the abyss above, frowning.

    What was it that had made her cry like that? What had sent her, with the crimson dawn to draw her sword? What had sent her swinging it, never to set it down again?

    Above, a single star hung in Hell's firmament. A single star shown through the smoke.

    Was that where the crying came from? Did stars cry?

    Something beat at her chest plate. She ignored it, her head cocked to one side.

    ”…lp me…”

    Something grabbed her ankle.

    The crying grew louder. Was that words there?

    “Help me! Someone!” It was a desperate sob to her ears.

    What did a star have to cry like that about? Why did anyone cry? She couldn't remember why she had. Would it know?

    “Please! Someone.”

    It was a child's voice, she realized suddenly. Something fluttered in her chest. Something that had been still for as long as she could remember. What was that?

    “Anyone! Please!”

    She wanted to go, she realized. She didn't understand why. Maybe because they would be able to answer her questions? Would be able to tell her why she'd once made those sounds, had once been so desperate?

    She found herself reaching for the star above her. Found her fingertip brushing it.

    It was cold. So cold. She'd forgotten cold. But as she touched the star, cold rushed back into to her, sunk into her bone. It pulled her up, through the smoke, from the iron-scented world. The hands tried to pull her back, tried to hold her down, claw her down.

    She found herself in a courtyard, bathed in silver starlight. Behind her, curled in a broken ball was a sobbing child, begging anyone, anything to save her. Before her, a group of twisted men with blood-stained daggers.

    They edged back from her at first, fear and hesitation on their faces. They looked between each other, each encouraging the next to be the first to step forward again.

    One finally found his courage or lost his reason. He rushed her, the other three, emboldened, followed suite.

    Four more.

    Blood splattered across the courtyard's stone.

    She turned to face the crying child. The girl looked up at her with terror in her eyes. Fine fabrics lay in tatters around her bare shoulders and exposed legs.

    Fine fabrics, drenched in blood, covered the woman lying in the girl's lap. Or rather, the corpse of a woman in the child's lap. The child held the woman's hand, desperately clinging to something.

    She wanted to ask why. Why did she hold a corpse so desperately? But she found her tongue didn't remember the way to form the word anymore.

    She wanted to ask where they were. Why it was so cold? Why the dark sky shone so bright?

    “W-who are you?” the girl asked first.

    She cocked her head to one side.

    “D-did you c-come to hurt me?”

    She frowned.

    “C-can you save my momma?”

    Momma? That resonated somewhere in the depths of her memories. Mother.

    She must have had one once. Yes, certainly. Was that why the child was crying? Was that why she had cried then?

    “Please,” the child begged. “Please, save my momma!”

    “Momma?” she tried the word. Her voice was raspier than she remembered, the girl recoiled in fear. “Your. Mother?”

    Hesitantly the girl nodded. “Please. I don't care what happens to me. Just, just save her.”

    She frowned. That seemed backward, though how, she couldn't place.

    “She was just trying to protect me,” the girl sobbed. “If only I… I just wanted…” Her voice broke into indistinguishable sobs.

    “Protect you.” The words seemed right. Natural. “I will protect you.”

    A glowing red circle appeared around their feet. A pentagram, she and the child in the center.

    The girl's eyes grew wide, from fear or shock, she couldn't say.

    A hazy memory swam before her eyes. Another night, cold like this, in a circle of blood like this. With none but the stars as her witness, a man had appeared from the depths.

    “Will you make a contract with me?” he had asked, and she found herself asking now, a hand outstretched to the vulnerable heart.

    And just as then, once again, the broken girl took the blood-stained hand.

    ©anyelia

  • cherrypauper 115w

    Who's ready to hear my insomniac bs?

    #blood #gore #anatomy #darkimagary #pod #writersnetwork #poetry

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    Skeletal Regression

    Fingers tangled within fingers tangled within vines. Crawling beneath my skin, above my veins, echoing silence within my mind. He palms my gaping chest with sweaty hands and is bitten back by ribs that know only the infection in place, and needs no other. Guarding a heart not yet rotting, yet no longer beating against it's cage.

    It is free yet guarded, guarded by the one that stays within the cage I birthed within ivory bones. No fear present, no war to wage in time, yet the stillness of catching breathes steel it's resolve to go back. Back. Back into flesh and life and empty words.

    Back to how things were
    Back home to blight brought upon it.
    Questioning not of the open doors littered throughout it's domain.
    ©cherrypauper

  • youngsherlock 116w

    Schizophrenic kid

    My son always complains of how his brother insults and laughs at him.

    He's our single child.....
    ©youngsherlock

  • mighty_are_the_fallen 124w

    I Wanna Feel

    I wanna be someone you hurt so sweetly ,
    I wanna hurt so deeply,
    I want you teeth to burn so fiercely.

    I want you to take away all my choices,
    Replace them all with your sweet voices.

    I want your knuckles aching,
    Your heart throbbing,
    Your soul screaming.

    I wanna feel.

    I want it farrel.

    I wanna scream your name late at night.
    Running away;
    Legs burning,
    I wanna be an animal.

    Always on the run.

    I wanna bleed your sins,
    Cry your lies,
    Sweat your demise.

    Body aching.

    Heart racing.

    I wanna die,
    I wanna be taken apart.

    I don't wanna feel the guilt,
    When it all finally quits.
    ©mighty_are_the_fallen

  • darthbuddha92 126w

    Medieval Love Story

    "Celestria, my heart beats for you. You are my life, my Sun!" Odo shouts on bended knee. Celestria pokes her head out of her window gazing down annoyingly at the man she tried her best to avoid. "I have no care for what my father pledges. I refuse to marry you!" "We are meant to be together Celest, my luminescent full moon. I travelled many lands at your father's behest to be by your side for eternity. We are soulmates." Odo replies, his hands clutching his heart. Celestria shakes her head and looks down solemnly at Odo. "I have nothing to give you. I am not ready. I will only bring you pain Odo, you must go." Standing up with pride, Odo extends his hand out towards Celestria. "You needn't give me anything my sweet apricot. I will give you my soul." Celestria smiles affectionately, "You accept me for who I am?" She asks timidly. Odo, nodding his head eagerly, "Yes Celestria. Whatever you want from me I will happily and most lovingly give. Let me lay beside thee and we can plan our future." Celestria agrees and motions for him to come up so Odo can lay beside her.
    The following day, the King approaches his daughter in anticipation of officially blessing her soon to be union of love. "Sweet daughter, has Sir Odo claimed your precious heart and vowed to give you everything you desire?" Celestria smiled sweetly and revealed the blood soaked heart of Odo tightly clenched in her hand. "Yes Father. He definitely has."
    ©darthbuddha92

  • mighty_are_the_fallen 132w

    Teeth

    I'm missing more than my mind
    Gaps in my teeth
    Crooked and chipped
    I've lost two
    I'll soon make it three

    It's a bad habit
    I just can't kick

    Grinding my teeth
    Breaking the bones
    Making everything wiggly and loose
    The squeaky noise of my teeth sliding together
    The crunching noise of my jaw popping

    Novacaine and saline
    Cotton and gauze
    Loose teeth feel better with a little pressure
    ©mighty_are_the_fallen

  • inumrakhan 135w

    Mayhem

    Your breath
    Causes a mayhem in my chest
    My heart bursts
    I feel chills down my spine
    Each of your movements
    Is etched in my memories.

    Your touch
    Gives me goosebumps
    The way you hold me down
    Asserting your dominance
    Makes me want to ask
    Do I want it to last?

    The knife in your hand
    Scares me to death before it might happen
    But isn't this the same
    I'd been praying for?
    To die in your arms
    Even if those arms are the ones killing me.
    ©inumrakhan

  • mighty_are_the_fallen 138w

    Zombie

    You can't burry me forever
    I'll escape my grave
    Hand's grasping out
    Fingers blue from every lie
    The earth will birth me again
    Roots and rocks force me back
    But Hell hath no furry like me
    I'll choke on all the dirt
    Beetles and larvae eating my flesh
    More of a nightmare then ever
    I'm coming back
    So put a bullet between my eyes
    ©mighty_are_the_fallen