body horror
TagLeg Day
It’s leg day and I’m trying to focus, trying to bathe in the agony that is emanating up through my legs in waves.
The Woman with Mice
This is the truth. The mice were really her whole problem.
Skin-Suit Confidence
To be fair, Elle thought life would get easier after she killed her ex-boyfriend’s new girlfriend and harvested her skin for a human suit to impersonate her.
This Nightmare of Skin
There is no escape from this skin, she said;
Watching the Black Death sequence in BELLADONNA OF SADNESS [Yamamoto, 1973] for the first time / Some say self-love is a skill
the slowly wasting
away into nothingness,
Hands Off
Christmas, Mineral Man! shouted Twerpie. Get your hand closer to that press, it’ll be off!
The Mortal Anus
Everyone knows that you shit yourself when you die.
The Autogynephile’s Guide to Depiction / Gaia Online Amateur Cyberwhore
Twelve years old and the impending girl already knows her way
around a slick keyboard.
Three Poems
I hatched from a leather reptile-style egg just to grow envious of the gelatinous eggs of neighbor amphibians.
Tryouts
Tentacles, once fingers, squirm madly from my left hand.