Flowering Abyss

You are a flowering abyss;
everyday you grow more beautiful
and more empty.
Like a storm in its eye,
sublime in its power
becomes so suddenly
silent, in one place,
as the billowing winds
and capsizing waves
rage around it.

You are so much more
than I can say,
than I can see.
To me you are just a collection:
of what is reflected and triggered in my memories.

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Vague

why do you fall away
to somewhere
not on earth or sky
no chance of being found
or seen or heard
only dreamt of

or shown
in the space within
my mind with eyes unfocused

and yet
you’re always there
a cloud around my senses
and this vagueness
here and nowhere
never lifting
neither here nor in the other realms
dreams mixed with no real clarity.

 

Girls for Satan – Malicia Frost

Girls for Satan, by Malicia Frost

A Forum for Divergent Literature

My best friend used to whisper:
“Let us lay down our lives tonight
here, at the offering table
let us tie our mouths shut
and tape tongues to our legs!
We’ll never be pure again!”

It was funny, back then
when we were a bunch of chuckling preteens
and would sneak into the bathroom together,
pull out our pocket demons
and dance around the sink as if it was a naked calf.

People say girlhood is full of glitter and carnage
we would collect the heads of boys who over-talked us
and we would let the blood water our throats,
nourish our budding lust for revenge.

I kissed my friend’s naked areola
under the blankets in my bed
while we were hiding from our parents
we chewed bubblegum and performed blood offerings monthly
we cried in the shower at night
and sang for the devil watching us in the the…

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