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@charnelledhouse.bsky.social
22 year old chud dog sylvia plath wannabe
Pinned
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@charnelledhouse.bsky.social
· Dec 31
you are the texture when I am blind. my rock when I want to sink. my muse when i can create.
i feel like a real dog when im with you
January 3, 2026 at 5:33 AM
i feel like a real dog when im with you
chasing my own docked tail until i trip and fall into the hole i once dug myself
December 31, 2025 at 12:04 AM
chasing my own docked tail until i trip and fall into the hole i once dug myself
roadkill adornments. intestinal scarf. cover me in all that is, and all that was. you breathe in the air to live, while decomposition fills the empty spaces in the sky.
December 30, 2025 at 5:50 AM
roadkill adornments. intestinal scarf. cover me in all that is, and all that was. you breathe in the air to live, while decomposition fills the empty spaces in the sky.
we were wolves in a past life and we will be wolves in the next one
December 27, 2025 at 2:03 AM
we were wolves in a past life and we will be wolves in the next one
sacred acts blissfully tainted by aggression. the violent, yet gentle emotions. rhythmic thumping followed by the rise and fall of a sternum. the metronome within ticks loudly, how glorious the tune of the body is when performing these curated notes.
December 17, 2025 at 4:21 PM
sacred acts blissfully tainted by aggression. the violent, yet gentle emotions. rhythmic thumping followed by the rise and fall of a sternum. the metronome within ticks loudly, how glorious the tune of the body is when performing these curated notes.
a lamb to its shepherd, wind pushes closer to thee. a divide between the earth, roots branch out to connect to opposing sides.
December 13, 2025 at 3:12 PM
a lamb to its shepherd, wind pushes closer to thee. a divide between the earth, roots branch out to connect to opposing sides.
these invisible cycles i live in never seem to end, do they? when will i see these, stop these.
December 3, 2025 at 12:30 AM
these invisible cycles i live in never seem to end, do they? when will i see these, stop these.
desires to become the warmth you radiate. the swirls and dips of your fingerprints, i long to replicate. an industrial strength chain. two metals fused together.
November 28, 2025 at 7:02 PM
desires to become the warmth you radiate. the swirls and dips of your fingerprints, i long to replicate. an industrial strength chain. two metals fused together.
how can you tell when to stop? when one has been pushed too far, pushed into their corner. forced to face the wall. the same hand that covers the saddened expression being the same one pointing to hide. an argument with a foul person, the border of the mirror stands out rather than the reflection.
November 23, 2025 at 12:17 AM
how can you tell when to stop? when one has been pushed too far, pushed into their corner. forced to face the wall. the same hand that covers the saddened expression being the same one pointing to hide. an argument with a foul person, the border of the mirror stands out rather than the reflection.
the pressing of a heat source against the sturdy cold figure. invisible marks peppered against scar tissue. such sweet and heavy odors mixed. contrasting pheromones. perspiration and lust dripping between two dancing figures. intertwined tightly. animalistic dominance lingers over me.
November 17, 2025 at 8:07 PM
the pressing of a heat source against the sturdy cold figure. invisible marks peppered against scar tissue. such sweet and heavy odors mixed. contrasting pheromones. perspiration and lust dripping between two dancing figures. intertwined tightly. animalistic dominance lingers over me.
you were alone, in these final moments you had no one. two strikes, then you’ll pass, that was your third. scaled innocence lining you like a thin sheet from the top to bottom. nothing could of prepared you for this. this was not your fate. the sheet was stripped from your skin. an undeserving end.
November 16, 2025 at 7:56 PM
you were alone, in these final moments you had no one. two strikes, then you’ll pass, that was your third. scaled innocence lining you like a thin sheet from the top to bottom. nothing could of prepared you for this. this was not your fate. the sheet was stripped from your skin. an undeserving end.
waves. its all in waves. so fluid. unpredictable. the end of the world for me, this uncertainty. acid rain, it feels like. deteriorating my being. i remain the only wilted flower in the late spring. an aged tree that fails to grow. an outlet with no wires. i am the failures i fear.
November 16, 2025 at 1:02 AM
waves. its all in waves. so fluid. unpredictable. the end of the world for me, this uncertainty. acid rain, it feels like. deteriorating my being. i remain the only wilted flower in the late spring. an aged tree that fails to grow. an outlet with no wires. i am the failures i fear.
my hands are all bruised and blistered
from digging my own route. i lie down into the hole i swore i covered years ago. where i find comfort in the cold dirt once again. as the cold dirt i will become. bugs finding the same comfort within my skull in due time. given some purpose even after death.
from digging my own route. i lie down into the hole i swore i covered years ago. where i find comfort in the cold dirt once again. as the cold dirt i will become. bugs finding the same comfort within my skull in due time. given some purpose even after death.
November 10, 2025 at 1:14 AM
my hands are all bruised and blistered
from digging my own route. i lie down into the hole i swore i covered years ago. where i find comfort in the cold dirt once again. as the cold dirt i will become. bugs finding the same comfort within my skull in due time. given some purpose even after death.
from digging my own route. i lie down into the hole i swore i covered years ago. where i find comfort in the cold dirt once again. as the cold dirt i will become. bugs finding the same comfort within my skull in due time. given some purpose even after death.
ripped away from my own helmet. clung to my chest, like a terrified animal. never once did it fit on my head. perhaps it was not supposed to be mine. a thief i am. hell i will burn in.
November 9, 2025 at 8:44 PM
ripped away from my own helmet. clung to my chest, like a terrified animal. never once did it fit on my head. perhaps it was not supposed to be mine. a thief i am. hell i will burn in.
i could lose my mind and still know where my heart belongs. love at the cost of sanity. a priceless exchange. steal this heart of mine. this steeled heart and mind.
November 7, 2025 at 9:03 AM
i could lose my mind and still know where my heart belongs. love at the cost of sanity. a priceless exchange. steal this heart of mine. this steeled heart and mind.
it burns bright. brighter than what it should. and from afar, you’d assume it was a dying star. finally setting down the torch, the flames illuminate my fanged smile. smoke filling up my lungs, soles blistering. but i am warm, so warm. despite everything else.
November 7, 2025 at 8:55 AM
it burns bright. brighter than what it should. and from afar, you’d assume it was a dying star. finally setting down the torch, the flames illuminate my fanged smile. smoke filling up my lungs, soles blistering. but i am warm, so warm. despite everything else.
the muse transforms into something beautiful.
November 6, 2025 at 3:27 PM
the muse transforms into something beautiful.
beneath it all lies the hope that shines, like sunlight bouncing off a mirror.
each rainbow embossed section of the carpet, the absence between it all.
glowing reflections. growing out of rejection.
each rainbow embossed section of the carpet, the absence between it all.
glowing reflections. growing out of rejection.
November 3, 2025 at 8:54 PM
beneath it all lies the hope that shines, like sunlight bouncing off a mirror.
each rainbow embossed section of the carpet, the absence between it all.
glowing reflections. growing out of rejection.
each rainbow embossed section of the carpet, the absence between it all.
glowing reflections. growing out of rejection.
there is too much good within you to let the bad engulf it. too much definitive beauty to let your subjective ugly take over. it is important to feel, but never wallow. again, love it all so dearly.
November 3, 2025 at 6:32 AM
there is too much good within you to let the bad engulf it. too much definitive beauty to let your subjective ugly take over. it is important to feel, but never wallow. again, love it all so dearly.
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accept all of me. the parts of me that show my shadow in my reflection. the parts that have rough edges, sharp ones even. the parts of me that want me to put the fire out.
love it all so dearly.
love it all so dearly.
January 1, 2025 at 9:45 AM
accept all of me. the parts of me that show my shadow in my reflection. the parts that have rough edges, sharp ones even. the parts of me that want me to put the fire out.
love it all so dearly.
love it all so dearly.
so i will lay each night, clinging to the cloth. heavy eyelids, pleading to be shut. heavier heart, begs to be opened. clinging to the fantasized cloth entangling its false fingers between mine. dream of the me that i can never be to you. dreaming of the you that i could never let in. forever&never
October 30, 2025 at 5:01 AM
so i will lay each night, clinging to the cloth. heavy eyelids, pleading to be shut. heavier heart, begs to be opened. clinging to the fantasized cloth entangling its false fingers between mine. dream of the me that i can never be to you. dreaming of the you that i could never let in. forever&never
a scalding hot sting. blistering skin. immediately cauterizing, healing. through the initial immense pain, it simultaneously prevents itself from getting worse. i stare at these scars, older wounds, taking time to seal them with the Iron Fire. this pain is like no other, it is better than infection.
October 27, 2025 at 9:05 PM
a scalding hot sting. blistering skin. immediately cauterizing, healing. through the initial immense pain, it simultaneously prevents itself from getting worse. i stare at these scars, older wounds, taking time to seal them with the Iron Fire. this pain is like no other, it is better than infection.
a sigh that echoes back at me. reverberating due to the volume, or is someone else really there?
October 23, 2025 at 5:45 AM
a sigh that echoes back at me. reverberating due to the volume, or is someone else really there?
is it the lack of, that leaves you craving more? the damage being dealt, that wishes you were there to heal it? your intentions cut clean through, like piano wire to wet clay. you molded this, now you neglect it? fine. i’ll create my own piece, one out of spite. one made from our unspoken rage.
October 18, 2025 at 11:02 PM
is it the lack of, that leaves you craving more? the damage being dealt, that wishes you were there to heal it? your intentions cut clean through, like piano wire to wet clay. you molded this, now you neglect it? fine. i’ll create my own piece, one out of spite. one made from our unspoken rage.