He Spoke of Death

        He spoke of murder like poetry, Of hands on hearts, Deep inside of forbidden secrets.   He whispered words like “torture”, “Collapse” And “eviscerate” As if they were the sweetest things imaginable.   A thousand horrors roiling in my mind, An insufferable urge to destroy, To hurt To inflict   Coupled […]

Deadboy

For as long as he could remember, Mike had wanted to fuck a dead girl. He fostered no hate towards women or even a real drive to kill; he’d just always had a thing for dead girls. He’d hidden it from everyone in his life for years, had staved it off with the fake necroporn […]