the worms rise the leaves turn and the ghosts begin to breathe again

the world has terrible teeth wait to gain a thicker callous generations of mutations to make you bitter on the tongue and chewed up dead or find a file pliers rocks and embrace your homemade magic anyone can be the tooth fairy

to be human and wake up with no alarm still tired but unable to sleep feels so very mortal

the heat is a hammer that pounds and pounds i am so tired and flat just bone dust and tanned hide

sometimes, in the dark, all i can hear is the creaking of my bones and the ghosts in my head. i reach to feel something outside of myself and find you. but what if this decay is contagious and i am patient zero. the one who rots the world. but then you look at me and i think, 'maybe. but not today.'

what a good little rabbit

a shelter of wood and dirt flowers and worms love and memories keep me safe in a happy place #afterthewake #notafuneral #whistpr #shelter #poetry

come walk with me through the cemetery ☁️☁️☁️🌑☁️☁️ 🥀🪦🐌🟫🪾🪦 🍄🧟🥀🟫🐦‍⬛🦴 🪦🥀🪱🟫🪦🪦 🪾🍂🦹🟫🥀🕳️ 🏚️🪦🗝️🟫🍄💀

stephen koharian -- the darkness

no one is illegal on stolen land

The trees know you. Do not disappoint them.

this is the real horror of creation here is my blood here are my brains tell me you love them please if you can't will you tell me you don't think i'm too far gone?

the harbingers of the spring to come you have been warned

i re-emerged from my grave to tell you my first ever pre-order is live or maybe it's undead www.amazon.com/dp/B0F4LZXJZD

If you see this, post your haunted art

I have an Anti-Valentine's chapbook-in-verse for everyone 🖤🔪💋 The Night is a careless lover; her wives will destroy themselves if it means catching her attention. Thirteen snippets of degeneration: avramargariti.itch.io/the-thirteen... ko-fi.com/s/0b8398bb1d

no matter how often or rarely it happens I am always a little afraid my acceptance letter and contract were somehow sent to me accidentally "Bury the Hatchet or Bury a Friend" will be appearing in "Bitter Become the Fields" from Horns and Rattles Press

oh hell o Beacon Street I have read your opening paragraphs over and over because they are so very perfect #midnightonbeaconstreet #amreading #horrorlit

writing this year was hard but it felt good like a cold shower on a hot day I did it which is a lot though I have little to show a small award that paid for my hellhound's adoption fee and some praise I will take these small victories and plant them like seeds on what I thought was my grave

a death in winter is always expected little deaths of sleep and warmth sheltered from the cold soon we will all rise again creaking from our temporary graves to prove nothing ever truly ends

lure me in with a wide open sky hook me on the barbed wire marking the made up boundaries you built to anchor yourself you could pull it up and run free in the wind too but maybe that kind of wild is as frightening to you as these walls are to me

old words dusted and polished maybe still a bit tarnished but i liked them once and i hope you like them now

"You catch more flies with honey." oh, dear i could catch flies with rot breed them in decay i dream of jewel beetles and luna moths i will not settle for flies

old ghosts haunt when the veil is thin where the walls have broken become doors they want your house to be as it was before because they cannot change but it's okay to move to patch the damage to paint to board up old rooms today will not end you

day of mercury woe and rage the storm is sometimes the wind you need to carry you through the deceptively smooth seas that hide the true monsters

we all race heels over head toward the end stop breathe rest while you still can

The man’s lips make the shapes of words. "Can you see me?" The question is easy. The words I know. But the sound of his voice is like a fork scrapping across a plate. It makes every thought in my head come to a screaming stop. www.patreon.com/posts/bad-th...

Afternoon mood brought to you by Chris Buzelli.

I am an inside cat but I still need to howl at the birds show them my teeth and stretch my claws I am an inside cat but I still need to see the other cats yowl a greeting and be seen

I will not follow you into the dark because we are already there but I will hold your hand palm to palm heartbeats pulsing synching not sinking and we will walk out into the dawn together

goodbye to the void your denizen are lovely let's howl again soon

The sky is dark and leaking, hiding the hidden sun. The moon should have been the star today, but the world refused to let it be seen. What is it hiding?

Carrying on in spite of everything is revolution.

just a ghost haunting a strange hotel waiting for #voidcon to start

happy 13th to everyone open.substack.com/pub/aghastly...

when an animal leans on you the world is reminding you you are worthy you are trusted

the forest is deadly, dark, and deep and in it nothing sleeps just creeps and creeps and creeps

fleeting how I wish but no not here you stay your fur hot and wet clinging to everything we will be smothered by your love

this book is so inevitably heartbreaking and beautifully unsettling I cannot stop thinking about it @christopherhawkins.bsky.social has given me nightmares for the first time in a long time

want to write about gothy, death stuff like: - reviews - new releases - best of round-ups - critiques - and etc. books, short stories, TV, movies, games... we are looking to hire a few writers! paid gigs! details below, pls share for visibility!! psychopomp.com/hiring-write...

SINCE TODAY IS MY BIRTHDAY if you want to give me a present Maybe just share my art and say "follow jessi!" That would be a nice present 🎂🎁🍰🎊🎉

Fall planting tips: -Do it with your bff! -Don't forget the mulch. -Wait, is your bff a jerk? -Shallots, tulips, and blackberries are great to start now! -Srsly, wtf are they talking about? -A good dog can help you dig deeper. -Fertilizer is important. -Enjoy the peace and quiet with your new bff.

Starting tomorrow, every Sunday is #SubmissionsSunday! All submissions submitted from 12:00am to 11:00pm on any Sunday will receive a reply by end of day! #BreakTheSoundBarrier and send us your #poetry! (stanzacannon.com/submissions) #Submissions are open for our autumn issue.

If you didn't quite make your writing goals this week If you fell far short of your writing goals If you were too exhausted to even pick up a pen/open a story document You are still a writer & we are rooting for you to hit those goals next week

missing the submissions window because of time zones you mortals and your time so stressful

are you ready to submit your fiction and poetry to The Deadlands? we are ready to read it. one more sleep... 💀

Submissions open tomorrow! brigidsgatepress.com/lady-mantis-...