Girls for Satan – Malicia Frost

My best friend used to whisper:
“Let us lay down our lives tonight
here, at the offering table
let us tie our mouths shut
and tape tongues to our legs!
We’ll never be pure again!”

It was funny, back then
when we were a bunch of chuckling preteens
and would sneak into the bathroom together,
pull out our pocket demons
and dance around the sink as if it was a naked calf.

People say girlhood is full of glitter and carnage
we would collect the heads of boys who over-talked us
and we would let the blood water our throats,
nourish our budding lust for revenge.

I kissed my friend’s naked areola
under the blankets in my bed
while we were hiding from our parents
we chewed bubblegum and performed blood offerings monthly
we cried in the shower at night
and sang for the devil watching us in the the moon
we could fall asleep safely
knowing we weren’t alone.

Oh, now what will our parents say?
Girl rejects god, finds self-realization
Girl is full of itches, can no longer accept place in society
Girl found at devil’s side, drinking absinthe and reading obscene books
Girl doesn’t care what you think
Girl touches herself and likes it.
Girl disappoints the world,
pukes all over your condescending words.
Girl gains safety
through deviation.


[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. More of her works can be found at her personal blog.]

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Madness-Sarah Doughty/Heartstring Eulogies

I’m more than ordinary madness. I’m not a temporary fix, but I am your devil in disguise. That desire setting you to burn like liquid fire flowing through your veins. Let me make you my paper and write all night with ink on my tongue, inciting those flames to grow. Then you’ll never want anything else.


Sarah Doughty is the wordsmith behind her website, Heartstring Eulogies, author of The Silence Between Moonbeams, her poetry chapbook, and the acclaimed Earthen Witch universe, a collection of novels and novellas, all offered for free (https://thesarahdoughty.wordpress.com/useful-links/). To learn more about Sarah and her books, check out her website (http://thesarahdoughty.wordpress.com/about) and Goodreads (https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13753138.Sarah_Doughty).

Judas Came to bed-Hannah Wagner/The Hero’s Inferno

At first I was surprised to see him

Each time we met I thought would be the last

Slowly I became attached to his presence

I waited for him like a fiend for their dope

He wasn’t like the history books said

He was more like a great dark wing

Soft and alone

He carried me away

I looked up to see the stars for the very first time

When Judas comes to bed the red rose sets fire to the forests

 

People said we can’t help you now

You are walking hand and hand with the devil

But I have seen the devil, drinking Bulleit

Sucking on figs and taking the skin off the poors back

Rest assured when Judas comes to bed I am closer to god

 

When it Is over he is remorseful

A rain storm comes down to cleanse him

I watch but do not join

Preferring to wallow in our sweat

 

Each night he pulls the drapes back on his heart

I reach to touch the pulsing ruby of my dreams

Just as quick he jerks the curtains back

Like a spooked horse

 

Gone again until the next act

When Judas comes to bed time itself does not exist

When Judas comes to bed we are both two and one

When Judas comes to bed he leaves nothing but an olive branch


Hannah Wagner hails from Salem, Massachusetts. She is an actor, poetess, dreamer, among many other things. She thinks there is a little witch in all of us.   Hannah writes for The Hero’s Inferno

Masks-Introducing New Sudden Denouement Member Sarah Doughty

I’m not fooled by that mask of delicious perfection covering false pretenses, the façade of beauty with that devilish intention beneath. Your eyes give you away, like a wolf masquerading around in an innocent, irresistible skin. But I know better. You’re ready to devour every last bit of liquid fire coursing through my veins, leaving behind a scorched landscape, only to pour it all back into me. And as I bear the brand of your name across my steaming bones, every inch of my skin will pulse like a drum with every pound of my heart, begging for more. And I can’t bring myself to care.


Sarah Doughty is the wordsmith behind her website, Heartstring Eulogies, author of The Silence Between Moonbeams, her poetry chapbook, and the acclaimed Earthen Witch universe, a collection of novels and novellas, all offered for free (https://thesarahdoughty.wordpress.com/useful-links/). To learn more about Sarah and her books, check out her website (http://thesarahdoughty.wordpress.com/about) and Goodreads (https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/13753138.Sarah_Doughty).

Something Wicked in the Clouds- Christine Ray/Brave and Reckless & S Francis/SailorPoet

Ever been cloudbusting?

We lay on our backs

in damp fragrant grass

Look up at the sky

to trace a dream that seems

Soft and fluffy

like cotton candy.

 

We point up at rabbits

and dragons in the mist

Discerning ghost ships in full sail

Moments so sweet kids swallow

Them in their first sugar-filled

Carnival step to torment parents

Filled with a need for one still moment

To spite the chaos.  Life

 

Invent a new game from shadows

North winds blow in ominous clouds

We bust them up into Grimms

that twist into dark corners

Where Freud conjures out

Nightmares stripping bliss

Exposing naked fears

That freeze children in their place

We watch vaporous Hell Hounds

Chase fleeing maidens

Giant toads swallow koi

 

Release our Ids, wild and feral

Join the Wild Hunt

Chase the devil

Across the night sky

A hero or a demon

Determined by the color

of the rain that drips from

His wounds.


Christine Ray writes for Brave and Reckless and The Whisper and The Roar and is a managing editor at Sudden Denouement.

S Francis writes for SailorPoet halfway across the globe