Teratophilia

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Drawing (c) Malicia Frost // Henna Sjöblom

 

I never wanted your understanding
All I need is a mouth
someone who roars louder than me
someone who grabs first and asks not
whether I’m enjoying it
to block out
my own desires
I have chosen to love the monster
I did not ask for it,
still
I think I’m quite comfortable in here

Being bitten is painful and familiar
I collect his teeth as trophies
like soldiers stacking bullets around their necks
like we used to compare our scars
in middle school
“I think he’s getting more violent,” you whispered
and shivered in terror and ecstasy
over the thought of getting torn apart
at the dinner table that night

Now,
my skin has become a topographic map of wars
that were never recorded in history
My anxious fingers wander up to his jawline
and starts deciphering
where the next impact will strike
so that I might pull my shirt up
make sure it hits the spot
to make me see stars, nebulae bruises
flashing before my eyelids
And it doesn’t matter that he is all teeth
and no bones
I always found it easier
to love the wound
rather than the person inflicting it

 

[Malicia Frost, or Henna, is a hobbyist writer and an aspiring novelist from Finland. She enjoys surrealism, sci-fi and horror, and her works often deal with mental illness. The drawing is from her sketchbook, a place she likes to illustrate her thoughts. More of her works can be found at her personal blog.]

Author: Malicia Frost

Your local Frankenstein.

24 thoughts on “Teratophilia”

    1. Thank you so much dear, I can’t even begin to tell you how flattered I am to hear this from you. It put the biggest smile on my face as I was walking home. Thank you so much, I really feel encouraged to post more in the future!

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  1. Chilling, hypnotic and oddly beautiful.

    Haunted by
    “My anxious fingers wander up to his jawline
    and starts deciphering
    where the next impact will strike
    so that I might pull my shirt up
    make sure it hits the spot
    to make me see stars, nebulae bruises
    flashing before my eyelids”

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      1. It was a new move, using a sketch of my own to complete my writing, and I kind of like it too, for once being able to claim credit for both the text itself and the featured artwork 😉 I’m glad you found it worthy.

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      2. They do belong together. Actually the artwork came first, I scribbled it during a long bus ride a couple weeks ago. Then it further inspired the poem. And I’m glad I can post it here, as it’s way too inappropriate for facebook!

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