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something about gothic deaths… sickness that lasts for weeks and ends with blood stained sheets, days and days of being shut away from everyone that loves you. drowning (perhaps even by choice) in the waters you played in as a child. heartbreak so deep, so sudden, so chilling that it stops the blood flowing in your veins long enough to begin cardiac arrest. mysteriously found stabbed in a haystack. impaled on the spiral tower of a mansion you found on a foreign moor. hypothermia in the woods in the middle of winter, starvation in the streets of an English ghosttown, cut to death on the thorns of a hedge maze, struck down by a monster of your own making. idk. i just think they’re neat
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sources:
1. The Inferno, Canto 24, Gustave Dore 2. Nathaniel Orion G.K. 3. Supervert, Necrophilia Variations 4. Cassandra Clare, Dark Artifices 5. Death and the Maiden, Takato Yamamoto 6. William Shakespeare, As You Like It 7. @thatantisocialbitch 8. The Silent Voice (1989), Alfred Lord 9. author unknown 10. (the playwrights will write your names in the darkness of the sky) 11. Émile Jean Horace Vernet, The Angel of Death (1852) 12. A Midsummer Night's Dream (1937) 13. Margaret Atwood, Alias Grace 14. Eliza Crewe, Crushed 15. Yoshitaka Amano, The Endless Desire 16. Maram Rimawi 17. Farouq Jwaideh 18. Mary Shelley, Mathilda 19. Włodzimierz Błocki, Kiss of Death (1902) 20. Psalm 139:8 21. Jason Chan, Fall 22. Asmita Sengupta 23. Frederick Seidel, The Last Poem in the Book 23. Hans Christian Andersen, The Little Mermaid 24. Anne Bachelier 25. Konstantin Makovsky, Demon and Tamara
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virginia woolf’s last letter
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Sunny gothic literature 🖊️ 🥀
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Hunter's Poem from the Big City, Hunter Hancock
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Devils Night - a poem inspired by The Crow (1994)
October 30th
stricken clock screams for the final hour
on a smoke-filled sky and begging cries
wailing cat calls beg, white fur coated thick in ash
floorboards creak while four men creep
up splintering stairs into the lives of a man and a woman in love
calloused gasoline-soaked hands belong to wretched minds
that break and beat down apartment doors and the body
of a spirited young woman as if they are both objects all the same
a simple warning no longer the case
but a race of who will have her first
143 cases of arson are enough on the list of crimes
committed on Devils Night
he arrives home in the scorched remains of his city
only to find his bride ignited
blink of an eye, a love separated and broke
his arms outstretched, taking the place of a saviour
in the absence of a merciful God
shattered still beating heart falls through shattered glass
upon a resting place of cold concrete in a rain that pours all the time
while his bride's bed of trust becomes a bed of unspeakable lust
surveying corvid spies, disguising as the murky sky
waiting for the pain in his soul to be abundant enough to fuel his rise
the black feather sings for a love gone up in smoke
buildings burn, but love is always waiting in the wings
a jilted altar, by both the groom and bride
a year ago, now a time for revenge to make wrongs right
once again a city in flames
from the fires set on Devil's Night
~ Kaci O'Meara ☆
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"The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him. She had become a physical necessity."
- George Orwell
Artwork by Sergey Galanter.
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sinking ship
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"Colors"
sadness surrounds
a somber hue
take my brush and
color me blue
with the ashes
of my lost fire
color me gray
with no desire
where no light shines
color me black
i’ve made my choice
no turning back
a crimson bath
color me red
in the end you can
color me dead
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Beloved,
watch me tear myself apart for you.
bit by bit,
limb by limb,
allow these tears to quench your thirst.
Teach me how to rip my vocal chords out of my throat with hands full of desperate maddening hunger,
listen to me compose a song for you.
I’ll slash my chest and wrench out my heart for you to feast on,
oh what a tiresome thing love is to me.
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You were the last thing my memory was allowed to touch.
- Raniah-Lilith Shahnaz
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