The Written Graveyard of Cadavr

poems, stories, characters, and worlds. -original writing by @sunkncadavr

mu darling soul

destroyed and ditched 

burnt and soothed

cut and stitched

pieces have been stolen by fate

and hastily replaced 

curated by wolves 

and sculpted from those who hate 

designed in villains 

the grooves of their hands molded

so deep into the tissue of 

my very being

the pain runs through my veins 

malignant sorrow tearing them apart 

my blood seeping through my skin 

dripping onto the floor as evidence of sin 

why does it run clear

why are my cries for only my ears to hear

melting into the mattress

swallowed by the sheets

choking down the sobs

all the sounds of my defeat

the sun will arise 

bringing light and 

nearing my demise 

the rage boiling inside 

heating my skin

a token of my pathetic revenge

struggling to stay contained within

pleading to leak

to pour 

to empty 

i cant hold anymore

it’s bubbling enclosed in my brain 

slicing through my worth

scars in vain 

futile attempts to be free

dying crying so close to flying 

help me fix me 

tears running from my eyes 

why can no one see

the lashes being brought upon me

ripping my skin

my mind 

elegant screams 

demure pleas

mutilating the little girl within

my darling soul

Poem by @sunkncadavr

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-This is my original writing-

I don’t believe in ghosts

however I believe in the way

memories can make a body grow cold

some things don't die

they get quiet

they become ethereal

they stop letting out screams of pain 

just taking the slashes

all just to remain 

remain in place

learning to leave without moving

the chill getting closer

we start to lose our composure 

I feel it I still feel it

the ache no more diluted 

still sharp and closer than I remembered

and I’m back there within a blink

not moving yet leaving 

because some things don’t die 

they don’t even fade

they just learn how to hide

in the quiet in the  bones 

in the parts where the somber feeling grows

I don't believe in ghosts

but I believe in the way memories

can make a body grow cold

Poem by @sunkncadavr

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-This is my original writing-

MAJOR TW- SA, CSA, CSAM, CASM

 By the time I could walk, I also knew how to pose for a camera. I knew how to open my mouth wide enough for his tongue or his fingers. I knew to use two hands because one wouldn’t go around completely. I knew to keep eye contact and that the dog wouldn't hurt me too badly unless I deserved it. By the time I learned addition and subtraction, I hadn't learned how to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night or that not everyone needed to see the spot between my legs that man stared at so often. By the time I was old enough to stand up for myself, I was so desensitized I thought the male math teacher who grabbed my chin and forced my head up so he could watch me choke on my gum was just being mean.

Memoir by @sunkncadavr

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-This is my original writing-

Once I finish, I scribble down my determined cause of death, “Overdose-Cocaine.” After pushing her body back into her temporary home of the freezer box, I open the door next to it and slide the next body out. Her hair’s black and had definitely been dyed. I roll her body on the trolley over to my table. I go through my routine, cutting her open and sealing her up with scribbles in my journal during the process. When I’m done, I contemplate for a moment, my eyes grazing over the woman beneath me. I was searching, rating her. I wasn’t a big fan. I preferred blondes and could tell she had makeup left on her frozen face. However, her eyes, while mostly glazed over, were a sweet, dark brown. Perfect. My fingers grasped my metal tweezers. I brought the pincher ends to her glossy eyeball and plucked a lash. I then placed it in a small Ziploc bag and laid it into my drawer. 

short story by @sunkncadavr

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-This is my original writing-