had like one billion nice gay dreams last night. i'm winning

veins, clot-threshed, spilling pomegranate seeds riven by gut-rot absence—

אברה (wingeater)@wingeater.bsky.social · 22h ago

susurrus, limb-graced, dapples blackrot arteries to split dry bloodflow

craving, throat-stayed vow'less call,, latched edges, teeth-on-[] as caved-in iv'ry;

אברה (wingeater)@wingeater.bsky.social · 22h ago

name me in silence like a thousand parasites lashed to your name's sound

spit-shined harnesswork— your slit eyelids in dyed strips, mounted in silver

lo-fi kill so many ways to die@getagrippa.bsky.social · 21h ago

eyedrops (:

me beneath my hands choking sprawling gouts of words with mucus and spite

lo-fi kill so many ways to die@getagrippa.bsky.social · 3d ago

i'm doing my best

pray with ornate bloods licked thin from slender angels cull-linger near me

lo-fi kill so many ways to die@getagrippa.bsky.social · 22h ago

stain of polychrome, dashed— coruscated on chafe-burnished brink of smoke,

trace breaking fingers guide fervent mutilations with your muttered prayers

lo-fi kill so many ways to die@getagrippa.bsky.social · 22h ago

,, i like the sounds you make

stain of polychrome, dashed— coruscated on chafe-burnished brink of smoke,

אברה (wingeater)@wingeater.bsky.social · 22h ago

silver-chased frisson evenstrung melded copper; song, nacre-pooling;

their blackened armour still gave the heavy-scented notes of linseed as clawing fingers tackled the soft tissue around and behind your eyes—needles and seam rippers of engraved iron and tarnished silver unspooling golden strings of melting colours from quieten wounds you barely felt being prodded.

yet to be swallowed; a silence-breaking sigil between 'please' and 'yes'

Silby@silby.bsky.social · 3d ago

artfully tacit, serrated promises let curdle on her tongue

,, tusked by arcing limbs in knots of chiaroscuro; scratching fibers' hum,,

אברה (wingeater)@wingeater.bsky.social · 2d ago

tangling in his long, power-line hair,

tangling in his latticework,

*disembowels your embodiment attempt*

spilled, black-tousled, through old floorboards

(freaking) PART 1 [ that's right, i'm pulling a multi-parter move on this one so i don't have to sit on any of this for too long and dread threading ~60 posts in a row. expect each part to reasonably be around 3 or 4 pages long ] cw: you know where you are

lo-fi kill so many ways to die@getagrippa.bsky.social · 2w ago

speaking of smut,, it might be time for another one—

drifting bodies, splayed onto concrete-softness. it hurt, even though its promise was blissful: angle-parsed thighs intervaled by the spread of gush-rippling blood, offscourings clotting within <luxated> calyxes of uncauled flesh—shrapnels wounds-deep hatching chlorine acid and gutted maggots' spew.

*disembowels your embodiment attempt*

can you come over and watch me sweat— c-can you come over and see my neck glistening with the little bumps you can only notice if you get closer enough to feel the warmth of my dripping-wet body— can you come over to watch burgeoning veins running beneath my too-thin skin—

🎮 #videogames

treading sharp glassfields, pointy fuckers in my foot; it kinda feels nice

artfully tacit, serrated promises let curdle on her tongue

lo-fi kill so many ways to die@getagrippa.bsky.social · 2mo ago

silence-gulped whisper; smiling lips slyly withhold what will happen next—

iridescent venom trickles into your mouth, sizzling on your tongue. it burns your lips, just a little this time, before you swallow. each drop tastes of its glands' sieve-skinned soft flesh. "even though i've never heard your voice before," you say, unwisely, "you've spoken to me, in dreams."

"i've been by your side," i say as always, despondent, but the mithridate's time is yet not come. "can you see me already, at the very least?" but your eyes are ebon-glazed and idle, impervious to the stars. yet—they do not move; as i do not move. it is you, instead, that drift away.

iridescent venom trickles into your mouth, sizzling on your tongue. it burns your lips, just a little this time, before you swallow. each drop tastes of its glands' sieve-skinned soft flesh. "even though i've never heard your voice before," you say, unwisely, "you've spoken to me, in dreams."

soothsaying someone's destiny into their ear by candlelights

surrogate corpse@consume.red · 5d ago

"don't foretell me i'll come" shirt

c'mon now, the abstract sex scene thread won't write itself, chop-chop

constricted agletgullet, new phonemes, corded threading needle's eye—

אברה (wingeater)@wingeater.bsky.social · 2w ago

mouthglut, need-choking every text an agony hot with your caress—

had a dream i was in a psych ward. and also there was some white goop mass harvesting thing happening on the side i didn't quite get. i remember that it came in visions and i was thinking 'hum, maybe that's why they put me in here', but at the same time i was also really sad, so i dunno.

eager, brattling mouths crying out bloody murder with some politeness

🩸you know me, don't you?@athingthatneeds.bsky.social · last mo.

several thousand wolf-devouring wrens singing songs of murder sweet