ShopDreamUp AI ArtDreamUp
Deviation Actions
Literature Text
her veins are
unawares with her hand outstretched
and shocked eyes popping
out of her brittle skull.
brainfreeze threatens to
hijack her body. numbing
pain spreads through her arteries,
clotting her lungs,
damaging all internal organs
beyond repair.
fill the room with water and
watch her bob up and
down, eyes darting wildly as panic
sets in. you could crush her
to pieces and scatter her
glassy remains as you would ashes.
you could crumble her
hair, snap her wrists and
melt away the ice surrounding
her lips,
so you could listen to her
raw screams as the frost
penetrates her heart
filled to the brim with ice water,
her body a chilled popsicle.
she is frozen, caughther body a chilled popsicle.
unawares with her hand outstretched
and shocked eyes popping
out of her brittle skull.
brainfreeze threatens to
hijack her body. numbing
pain spreads through her arteries,
clotting her lungs,
damaging all internal organs
beyond repair.
fill the room with water and
watch her bob up and
down, eyes darting wildly as panic
sets in. you could crush her
to pieces and scatter her
glassy remains as you would ashes.
you could crumble her
hair, snap her wrists and
melt away the ice surrounding
her lips,
so you could listen to her
raw screams as the frost
penetrates her heart
Literature
Hollow
Here amidst the bones bleached white,
the echoes become trapped in ribcages
like a heartbeat.
But it’s just a sound.
No blood pumps through the
marrow thick like
baby’s breath-
flowers for someone who is sick or dying or
dead.
No light shines
under the skin and muscle.
How dark it must be for the
delicate, fleshy bits underneath.
The lungs don’t know when it’s time to
go. No moon to guide them.
How do they know when to
stop?
Does the heart even know the color
of blood?
Literature
boo !
the smell of ice
and vampire bites
thrill is in the air
fright night –
flashing sights ,
blurred lights &
candy so bright .
the scare of a clown
when no one's around ,
terror abounds
in cul-de-sacs of sound .
run run run
the shrieking rattle of death's bony fingers –
oh my God !
never mind , just a Grim Reaper .
& at 3 a.m. , when
the cycles begin again —
you know you've found
the thrill in the sound
of
"Happy Halloween!"
Literature
In the Syllable
...then there is a way in diswaiting.
Dust some yellow sand covers,
here uncover bare bedding.
...suffusing red planes, blushed dunes,
under incidentally quilted blanket
wet as arid curves, as sounds.
...in a persistent pavement,
in a solemn unsuited promise,
some written words erase
some letters drip and soak
unto a perfuse miracle,
a dislocated split,
a letting go of...
Suggested Collections
Featured in Groups
you can just see how bad i am with alignment
is this a little gruesome
is this a little gruesome
© 2012 - 2024 forestmeetwildfire
Comments13
Join the community to add your comment. Already a deviant? Log In
brainfreeze. D:
the imagery is.. startling, dark, creepy... pretty darn genius.
the imagery is.. startling, dark, creepy... pretty darn genius.