The Body in The Water by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
The Body in The Water
Folded along the crevices where the river meets sand
lies the body of our love, now it’s edges covered in moss.
It stays there, where the water still sings hymns to the land,
little realizing that you cannot turn holy a decaying corpse.
And I still visit and fold my hands in prayer,
even though seeing what is left of our love
leaves me feeling so alone and scared
undone at the watery seams, cursing every star above.
Some days I return with eyes so red my mother worries
she warns me that the river can never heal what fell apart
but I always return to the alcove of where we are buried.
I am still offering the water my swollen, moon soak
Nine Confessions Of A Skinny Girl by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
Nine Confessions Of A Skinny Girl
1.
The difference between being thin and being skinny
is that when you’re skinny,
everyone is constantly trying to get you to eat.
As if you are deliberately starving yourself.
As if they are soldiers
and you are a war they must win,
food instead of guns in their hands.
2.
Seven years ago, when I first realised
that I couldn’t sleep on my side anymore
because my hipbones cut like knives into my skin,
that I could count every single one of my ribs,
I ate everything I found in the fridge till I threw up,
and my mother assumed I was doing it on purpose.
It took me three sessions of intensive therapy
to convince the th
To The Men Who Burnt Witches by UntamedUnwanted, literature
Literature
To The Men Who Burnt Witches
There is witchcraft in our blood,
in our bones we carry the magic
that you could not burn away.
You see, fire does not eat fire.
Your mother would have taught you that
if the world hadn’t convinced her
that despite her body being able
to bring life into this world,
she is not a magical thing.
Maybe the witches you burned
were the daughters of something
more holy than you could ever handle.
So you set them alight for being different,
forgetting that even the son of your God
was once condemned for being too pure,
too beautiful, too different for this world.
History devoured your name,
but we have never forgotten
what you di
We loved like Hera and Zeus.
Tricking each other into thinking
the other would better us, cure us
and that ours was a love
which would last so long
that we could take each other,
our bodies and souls for granted.
An endless chasm had opened
between us before we realised
we had convinced each other
our blood ran immortal ichor
Yet there wasn’t
a drop of it between us
This is what a borrowed forever
looks like; the person you love most
falling into a chasm you both created
and you are too far to save them.
In the end
there were no Gods
to save us.
We had killed them all.
I laugh at the people who have faith in God.
I am the demon queen, demons dont come whole from Hell
I am the demon queen, i send everyone an inner demon
I controll over Satan
God never helped
They call me Lillith aswell..
Im old and the first demon creation ever
The mother of demons
Everyone has an demon reflection
I controll over the children i gave birth to
I controll over my children who I gave birth to
I create every decage and a certain year a new demon and send it to a certain person
Im stuck Inside a body wich I made the choise to go forwards
Dont feel bad, trust on your inner demon.
Find my name and I will protect.
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Mythical
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The Royal Guard (an Elder Scrolls story) by modji-33, literature
Literature
The Royal Guard (an Elder Scrolls story)
"When I became pregnant, Your Grace, I was sure-"
"When you became pregnant?" the Emperor's mother said. "What a nice way of putting it." She sniffed laughter and fingered her wine glass. "Go on, girl."
"When... when I became pregnant, Your Grace, I knew it must be your son's child. I've lain with no-one else since he passed through me village near Nibenay-"
"When he passed though my village," Candyce corrected the girl's grammar.
"Pardon, Your Grace, when he passed through your village."
Candyce sighed. "You have not even a passing acquaintaince with proper syntax, do you my love?" she said flatly. "Don't bother to answer. But do stop c