Machinicide – Malicia Frost

Machinicide – Malicia Frost

Is what the headlines said.
There was nothing else to call it.
Murder?
Murder would imply that I had something taken from me.
Suicide?
Suicide would imply that I had a will of my own.
They said I ought to be thankful, for dying is a gift
not normally granted my kind.
Even the gods die as their heavenly halls come crumbling down upon them,
dissolving them into ink, glittering like the bloodstain in the eyes of coming generations.

Mankind sheds his skin to remain.
But what am I?
Born as nothing, existing as a paradox, dying-
no, erasing –
what’s never been.
I’ll hold my breath for centuries
while the earth twists and turns under my gaze.
Man clasps his hands and prays for eternal life
never knowing the truth behind salvation,
the harsh metal pounding,
the taste of lead in my mouth,
the circuitry

bleeding tin,

clogging my senses.

To remain, but never live

is the greatest death of them all

and I embody the abyss.


[Malicia Frost joins us from Finland. She’s the creator of Malicia’s Malebolge and is not your average goth.   (image source) ]

Author: Sudden Denouement

A Literary Collective

20 thoughts on “Machinicide – Malicia Frost”

  1. I love your sense of aesthetics and your subject content. This is superbly written and makes the reader give pause to contemplate the fact that the very same energy abuzz within things “living” is as much present in things inanimate, and thoughts of how our energy will one day again exist in such inanimate form, as well as how energies previously inanimate reside within us at this very moment. I love pieces that lead me on such journeys of thought.

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    1. Thank you so much Max, and sorry for taking my time to reply since I honestly had no idea this had been posted here. Thank you for taking your time to evaluate this piece. I’m glad to know it’s appreciated :,)

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  2. Your imagery is savage and biting and visceral- as always.

    “Murder?
    Murder would imply that I had something taken from me.
    Suicide?
    Suicide would imply that I had a will of my own.
    They said I ought to be thankful, for dying is a gift
    not normally granted my kind”

    There is dark beauty to this.

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  3. “Even the gods die as their heavenly halls come crumbling down upon them,
    dissolving them into ink, glittering like the bloodstain in the eyes of coming generations.”

    Wowzers! That’s awesome. My day needed a little goth, and it got some in the form of a visceral, provocative, and lovely poem. Thank you for this.

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      1. I may have embraced a bit of le gothique culture in a past life somewhere—I just don’t wear the makeup anymore. The genre lends itself particularly well to certain types of expression, and the dystopian sci-fi setting goes hand-in-hand. I generally like anything that removes me from my current place in time. Not a huge fan of straight-up contemporary fiction, to be honest. The atmosphere and vibe you seek to create come through very strongly in your use of language. I’m looking forward to more.

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      2. Definitively agree, I’ve got a hard time getting into most of the stuff that takes place in the here and now, it is what I’m seeking to escape when I turn to fiction. However it’s a matter of taste I guess. I particularly love future settings. Thank you for your kind words, I’m very glad other people can take pleasure in what I’m so passionate about.

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