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New vs. old. A redraw of an older piece that I really enjoyed working on. 🤟

[satanstwinkson]

Bright a red as pomegranate seeds

As scalding as my slithering insides

It drips from my nostrils,

Cascades down my throat

Tongue swirling in a mouth full of copper

Filling my stomach with liquid lead

I gulp down my own blood

Spitting it between scarlet stained teeth

Ruby rain falls from my face

Into the clear waters below

Streaming like delicate ribbons

Sinking to the bottom of the white porcelain bowl

I watch in suffocating silence

Once again I am left alone

My pain dissolving into quiet ripples,

Until only the stillness remains

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"I'm sorry."

Whispers left your lips

Clinging like death's breath,

In the dank, claustrophobic air.

Cramped together in the dark

Your eyes met mine

With a primal fear and desperation

Mirroring the terror festering in my own.

"I'm sorry I hurt you,"

"Sorry I ruined you,"

"Sorry I couldn't be better."

Your words fell on deaf ears.

My heart pounding in my ears

Slamming against my ribcage

Desperate to escape before my body could

Your body smothering mine.

You had torn my chest apart,

Cracked ribs like brittle branches

And devoured my soft innards

Untouched until you savaged them.

What was there to be sorry for?

When either out of curiosity or malice,

You deliberately ignited the

Putrid decay of my mind.

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corruption kink where the corrupting influence is "getting what you actually want" because I think that ruins and unmakes people in a really radical scary way and opens you up to some powerful forces that will have their way with you like it or not

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Decided to paint outside in a storm to see what would happen.

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My fingers itch

Burning red from the bleach

That I use to

Scrub the grout, the baseboards, 

The forgotten corners

The murky black stains

Of a lifetime of neglect. 

My skin set a fire

As I scrub in a fever 

To irradicate any sticky sludge you left

Poison the larva in the rotted wood

Fume out the figures 

Lingering the my mind's fog

Flush any flashbacks laying in wait.

Today I will make this place mine.

You deserve no room here.

This is my domain,

Never again will it be yours.

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TRANS COWBOY COLLAGE CAN I GET A YEEHAW 💥🏳️‍⚧️💥🏳️‍⚧️

[satanstwinkson]

Like most sensitive souls you already know you’re sensitive. You soak up others moods and desires like a sponge. You absorb sensation the way a paintbrush grasps each colour it touches on a palette. The ethereal beauty of a dandelion, the shift of a season, the climax of a song, or a certain stirring scent can awaken such wonder they’ll become your very breath itself moving through you as fuel does to a fire and wind does to waves.

— Victoria Erickson, Edge of Wonder

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Wherever you are tonight, go to the window. Look past the cold air, any discomforts, or thoughts or tree lines, or fog and winter winds. There’s a sea of stars above all of it. Let them open you. same as they open all our nights, and remember again and again that you’re in an awesomely wide and wild universe that is vast and limitless. Trust in possibility. In yourself. In all of this.

— Victoria Erickson, Edge of Wonder

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Things feel stagnant lately.

Murky, turbid, full of sludge.

To trade the wild woods for

Cookie cutter houses

That crumble in just a few years time.

Oh to be wild,

To walk the earth,

To be seen by the trees that tower

That whisper and speak in the wind.

That quietly acknowledge your presence.

To sit and listen

To all the life around you.

To the beating of wings, songs of birds,

Rustlings of a rabbit, babbling of a brook,

Whispering of leaves, crunch of gravel under foot.

All while the sun shined warm on my skin.

How I miss it all.

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A night of pleasure 

Of substance and elevation 

To celebrate another year 

Encircled by beloved figures

I lay against you

Bodies fit together 

Like puzzle pieces that

Didn't match at all

Chained to you like a dog

You tugged my leash every time you said

"I need a smoke."

Pulling me away from everyone

Cloth riding up 

Choking my thighs 

Your callused hands found their ways

Into places they shouldn't be

"He tempted me."

"He's teasing me."

You told all of my friends 

When I was not around

And in secret

In the musky mildewed dark

You whispered sour staining words

Claiming my loved ones were evil

"Why do you have to get high,"

"Every time we're intimate?"

Questions you knew the answer to

When you forced yourself into my flesh

Your fingers went far beyond intimacy 

Body horror and melted minds

As your dirty chipped nails 

Sunk into my darkest depths

Always the victim 

Until the very end 

Where you shrieked that I was evil

A temptress, a villain, an incubus

Meanwhile you prey on the 

Person you identify 

As weak, easy, small

Someone to be trained like a dog

When did I ever 

Change myself

To tempt you?

I didn't.

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Art is a kind of surgery. Something must be removed from inside of you. The process will irreversibly change you but if you don't go through with it you will continue to be poisoned. Are you listening this is important. You have to do it yourself like in Saw

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Fingers dig into the peel

Nails tugging at bright red flesh

To scoop out the insides

And eat the sweet seeds that

crunch between your teeth

Doomed to a fate

In the underworld

Just to satiate

Your hunger...

Was I just a prize to be won?

[satanstwinkson]

I know who you are

Why you are here.

You're from my childhood 

A firey figure forged from circumstances

That no child should ever have to face.

Always looking over me, you guide every decision 

Your hand passing through my chest

Hardening my heart with fear.

You are the fortress, my knight, my shell

To my shattered soul, my damsel, my soft innards 

Ordering that I must trust no one with my fragile being.

Constantly overpowering me, 

Trying to take control where none could be had

But autonamy is ours now.

Finally there is no need for

High fortress walls, layers of armour, endless protection

Finally you can rest.

You might not feel it, you might fight me 

As I lay you down in a field of flowers

You, who are unable to see the small joys of fragile blooms.

But despite everything we both have grown

You might not see it but we have

We are strong in different ways now.

I hope to teach you, hope for you to listen

Because even if we aren't safe,

We are not alone.

Isn't that beautiful?

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there is so much intimacy in creating something together

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Bothersome beast, comforting friend