A narcissist's dream. I follow echoes whispered by people you've told. Everywhere I look I see me, barely disguised, still wrong.
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Awkward. Spursy. Heavy on the eyeliner. Miscellaneous dumb: @dumb-belles.bsky.social pfp: black & white photo of a woman with dark hair, pulling a grotesque face header: a dusty cracked round mirror
#allwritingisrewriting ALL IVY'S PLANTS ARE DEAD The backyard is a cemetery of potted flora: Roses, Jasmine, Gardenia. Neighbours flinch when they see her. It's a relief not to swap small-talk. Jaundiced grass flickers in the summer sun.
🦤@dayofthedodo.bsky.social · 3d ago#sensewrds 250 shining, refreshing, maples The Acer is dead. All her plants are dead. The backyard is a cemetery of potted flora. Neighbours flinch when they see her, but it's a relief not to swap gardening small-talk with them. Dry stubble glows in the summer sun like fire from a cigarette butt.
Blame finds its target. They'll tell me: you made your choice. As if there was one.
That was long story long and now I have to remember everything or you'll be offended? Lol
#poetsofdoom #tankapuente #tgirlband 1/3 There's always "versions". The fair-seeming self-protect while liars speak truth. A girl asleep might wake up— it's not how her story ends.
I saw chaos once, years ago. Darkness grew from one corner of my room. It was a solid mass and an oily liquid and a dark smoke all at once. It was spreading very fast. I knew if it touched me I could never be sane. I cried 'Stop!'. It rewound backwards to its vanishing point. It's waiting. #attlg
The most haunted house is still less creepy than the least haunted cornfield - Jarod K Anderson #WyrdWednesday 📸 by me
Good morning, Wyrdlings! Lammastide has begun, so for this week's #WyrdWednesday we're celebrating with: “First Fruits, Corn Dollies, Corn Spirits!” @cwreeve.bsky.social here, ready to reshare your tales of the scythe and the whetting stone!
Children Of The Corn Horror Scene
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The wolf is sadness and blood and fur and moon. When the light is low and the shadows grow long. The dog days are coming, and then summer will be gone.
🦤@dayofthedodo.bsky.social · last wk.#filmsky (44) The Wolf Man (1941)
#DavidsMonthOfMusic #MusicChallenge Day 5 - a song from the 1990s with a colour in the title Tori Amos, 'Not the Red Baron' (from 1996 album Boys for Pele) "And are there devils with halos in beautiful capes taking them into the flames?" youtu.be/NGH81zOmYcY?...
Not the Red Baron (2016 Remaster)
YouTube video by Tori Amos - Topic
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Prompt 251 Surreal Waning Marble Do Not use the prompt words in your piece. Please use #SenseWrds , and include the prompt number. No combo prompts. Message me if you have more questions.
i don't like to police genre, but it's not dark academia unless somebody gets squished in one of these bad boys
things are never so grim that they can't be made worse #emoetry #Grim #FreeVerse #Poetry #Micropoetry #JustWrite #WritingCommunity #BlueskyPoets #HumphreyBogart
@lealyster.bsky.social Leiter does some of the things to me that Rothko does, like make me weep at the beauty of the world
More in common than We realised, the shelf dust And I, permanence. #BSPP56 #ShelfDust #haiku #senryu #poem #writing #writingcommunity @blueskypoetry.bsky.social
Unripe fruit unwatched but next time you look, it's spoilt— skin licked by fur tongue. Peach, orange, strawberry, lime, now glow mouldy shades of grey.
Not all owls are what they seem. There is a yōkai (妖怪) in Japan known as a 'Tatarimokke' (祟り蛙 lit. 'cursed infant'). These 'owls' have been possessed by the spirit of a dead baby or young child, and will stay close to the family home. #祟り蛙 #妖怪 #tatarimokke #owl #yokai
Beautiful everyday Ladybird things The bookshop Artist: Harry Wingfield (1964)
Because #allwritingisrewriting belatedly I see that 'water' would be better as 'rivers': Stories travel like rivers. They will find their own way home.
🦤@dayofthedodo.bsky.social · yesterday#poetsofdoom #tankapuente #girlband 2/2 Teleology: We assume the beginning from the end. But why? Stories travel like water. They will find their own way home. @jenthorne.bsky.social @daveashleypoet.bsky.social @phylogeneticsteve.bsky.social @sonnetsmith.bsky.social
#poetsofdoom #tankapuente #girlband 1/2 Is this the moment, the turning that's seen too late? Fate goes her own way. Trust me, she says. You are here. You can't turn from the set path. ~ "this could be the ending / With nothing left of you" ~ Quote: Strawberry Switchblade, Since Yesterday