Ladyybugged
𝑺𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒓 <3
- Oct 21, 2025
- 63
deadbeatpoet
The Figless
- Jun 27, 2025
- 12
King Nobody
I spent many long dark January days with
King Nobody, king of nothing
and laid in Nobody's King-sized bed
weaving my fingers through his graying beard
picking out the spiders that hung there
fat black burnt out lightbulbs
strung up reminders of a holiday
that ended two years ago
I would pluck them by their plump shining abdomens
and laugh and toss them into his mouth
he would chomp and grind them
between his ivory keys
where they would stick in chunks
painting sharps and flats
onto the white noise
that never ceased to pour from
his lips
Nobody's choir sang of nihilism
of nothing matterings
in Nobody's cathedral
you would tear off
a jagged piece of yourself
when the bowl came around
and every Sunday you left
with a little less of you
One day I took a spider for my own
from the body of King Nobody
and popped it into my own mouth
chewing and tracing its venom sac with sharp flicks
of my tongue
wondering how I had yet to be bitten back
in my feedings of King Nobody
who tunelessly clanked and clattered
outraged perhaps
that I could han
dle the poison
with more grace than he
I spent many long dark January days with
King Nobody, king of nothing
and laid in Nobody's King-sized bed
weaving my fingers through his graying beard
picking out the spiders that hung there
fat black burnt out lightbulbs
strung up reminders of a holiday
that ended two years ago
I would pluck them by their plump shining abdomens
and laugh and toss them into his mouth
he would chomp and grind them
between his ivory keys
where they would stick in chunks
painting sharps and flats
onto the white noise
that never ceased to pour from
his lips
Nobody's choir sang of nihilism
of nothing matterings
in Nobody's cathedral
you would tear off
a jagged piece of yourself
when the bowl came around
and every Sunday you left
with a little less of you
One day I took a spider for my own
from the body of King Nobody
and popped it into my own mouth
chewing and tracing its venom sac with sharp flicks
of my tongue
wondering how I had yet to be bitten back
in my feedings of King Nobody
who tunelessly clanked and clattered
outraged perhaps
that I could han
dle the poison
with more grace than he
traumer
the thorn
- Nov 18, 2023
- 123
at first all i heard was soft murmurs.
you crept into my floor, into my life
without leaving any clues.
after a while your gaze shifted,
your eyes started to act a little strange.
your teeth grew yellow, and sharper.
then i started waking up with headaches.
oops — you forgot your nails on my back,
buried down like a signature.
then i called it proof:
no name of my own, not even a roof.
i showed you my scars in hopes of being seen,
then i went back to exactly where i'd been.
i loved you like a dog,
and you betrayed me like a man.
you crept into my floor, into my life
without leaving any clues.
after a while your gaze shifted,
your eyes started to act a little strange.
your teeth grew yellow, and sharper.
then i started waking up with headaches.
oops — you forgot your nails on my back,
buried down like a signature.
then i called it proof:
no name of my own, not even a roof.
i showed you my scars in hopes of being seen,
then i went back to exactly where i'd been.
i loved you like a dog,
and you betrayed me like a man.
somethingsmthgirl
Member
- Nov 2, 2025
- 9
Beauty isn't enough. She came slithering out in heaving motions in the back of her uncle's truck. One of her mother's tiny legs dangled down over the bedding as she laid, spread eagle, birthing her only child.
Years later she finds herself standing alone in green fields, the tall grasses whispering as they beat against one another to the arrhythmic current of the wind. She stares into them, into which descends a darkness where the shadows overlay one another and which may harbor animals and insects and all manner of life teeming in the dirt and the mud. A voice calls out to her and she turns to face her mother. She wears an oversized men's coat and has her arms folded over.
"It's fucking freezing, Sam."
Sam looks down. "Yeah," she says. Her little kiddie shoes are covered in streaks of green and her skin is sunburnt. She steps along in resignation and grabs her mother's hand.
Years later she finds herself standing alone in green fields, the tall grasses whispering as they beat against one another to the arrhythmic current of the wind. She stares into them, into which descends a darkness where the shadows overlay one another and which may harbor animals and insects and all manner of life teeming in the dirt and the mud. A voice calls out to her and she turns to face her mother. She wears an oversized men's coat and has her arms folded over.
"It's fucking freezing, Sam."
Sam looks down. "Yeah," she says. Her little kiddie shoes are covered in streaks of green and her skin is sunburnt. She steps along in resignation and grabs her mother's hand.
