Sanguine Poetry

By: Angel forgive me father, I have sinned,I say to the page,my daddy issues spilling into inklike vomit from a thousand stars. I’m sorry, lover,I continue,and tears fall like a waterfall onto the words,the night sky flinching as I degrade heaven like a satanistcracking it apart as I try to please the world, collapsing into… Continue reading

By: Veronika Like bleak September, at the tableThe room for one creature remains;The fighting starts, the gunshots fire—But peace is all we want to gain. Like Arthur’s knights awaiting orders,We cannot move; we sit and waitUntil the present, past, and futureCollectively coagulate. And through all this horrid surrender, We must continue to give chase—Or else… Continue reading

By: Angel starving artist?yes,I am.but what other rescue have Ifrom an insufferable eternity of venomous fuck yous ordisgusted you’re not welcomes?each word stabs psychedelicsinto my tortured, beaten soul;each shooing gesture grows a thorn in my pin-prickedweed-ridden heart;each prophesied year passes surely by, bloodying my eyes whileWorry swells around themlike storm clouds congregating—there’s more with every… Continue reading

By: Angel (system host) I… find therapy unhelpful.  I know it’s a controversial take, especially as someone who has so much complex trauma and mental health experiences. But quite honestly, therapy always does more damage that in it fixes, especially these days. Therefore, my system and I firmly believe that the person who knows yourself best… Continue reading

you shall have no other gods before medoesn’t workif you are polytheistic. I worship many womenplump and full as my beating heart, a flower thatbleeds bruises for their beauty—a heathen for their souls,uncivilized and uncontrollable. in the middle of the earth I waitsunlight kissing my skinfire carressing me until the ashes of my sinssting my… Continue reading