Free Verse
In Darkness
There are some words that do not simply enter your ears. They enter somewhere deeper. Somewhere beneath all the noise, beneath the things we say when we are trying to be okay, beneath the practiced smiles and the automatic “I’m fine,” beneath all the little ways we learn to protect ourselves from being seen too clearly.
By Zakari Runge27 days ago in Poets
I Will Hack Through You. Top Story - October 2026. Content Warning.
I wish I could hack you to pieces with a dull knife. Or be satisfied with how easily a sharp one slices through you. I want your blood on a garage floor I will never clean. I want your parents and friends on my side. I want them to know what you did to me, and what you took away. I want them to witness the blank stare my lovers know too well because you put it here. I want to rip your arms off myself, and I want you alive for it. I want your screams to ring painfully through my skull. I want my tears and your blood to mix a disgusting palette on my cheek. I want to swing at your groin with an axe, ungracefully and enthusiastically. I want to forget your face. I want to pop out your eyes with my thumbs. I want to burn all copies of your dissertation. I want to be the virus that eats it on internet servers. I want to bite off your fingers like baby carrots. I want to tear your ears off. I want to leave your mutilated body deserted.
By Ariana GonBon27 days ago in Poets
