By Joeii Monday I should be swept clean of you; You, this grit in my eye. sand beneath my nail. rotting flesh between my teeth. The catching murmur trapped and rushing within heartbeats I wish were simply proper yawning silence. You. poison thorn in my side Crowning me with creeping and pained solitude making me believe I could never find another You. When the bar is so thoughtlessly low. Somehow, you are the one who succeeded. in leaving a scalding fingerprint on my so

By Karla Neblett and the dream left her laid bare on her back, shoulder blades pressed against iced ground, hands and feet, spread out, nailed down, a crow’s feet on her open chest - skin split - - ribs cracked – its beak pecking at the betraying, mistaken, and slaughtered four chambers. #DarkPoetsClub

By Roseeroe I'm your favoured roadkill Resting my head on white painted lines Doppler effect of light upon moon white skin My legs lost in a ditch Five miles back Unseeing eyes upon the end The gulping of air Glugging and gasping My heart misplaced in the middle of the road I threw it up as I wandered out I ignored the blinding headlights… It's thumping as cars continue To pass over it What pretty roadkill Shame It's missing the important parts If the wolves eat m