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Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 08/10/2026

here is poem not good um sad but we mm jus nyxie go play pretend again with many friend inside head

Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 29/09/2026

bound to the knees low light, musty room floorboards rough, splintering on through cheap thread dyed fresh red, biting into soft skin beneath a pretend virtue warm, gentle lips wound around a lover steel-cold, tinged with old soot-black powder

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Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

nyxie wish daddy loved her nyxie wish was girl forever nyxie sorry she wasnt better nyxie just wanted be daughter maybe then daddy would've loved her

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Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 14/09/2026

there is a man who i wish would eat his own charts instead of feasting on children hearts

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Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 01/09/2026

Old Poem [of a dream] we found and felt like sharing [multi-part]: -- I opened my eyes and a beautiful garden stretched out endlessly. Filled with colors I once thought imaginary, Infinite golds, incandescent purples, innumerable blues, Everything flowing into bright, saccharine hues.

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Toxyn Blightinwail 🎃 @noxryn.bsky.social · 16/08/2026

This is a short story I finished writing recently. I found a place that, I think, makes sharing it pretty easy? I'm, honestly, proud how it turned out and wanted to share Hope, for any who choose to read, that it is enjoyable and thank you for your time. c: ellipsus.com/read/CgWhW2X...

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The Extant, Ephemeral "We" | Flesh Woven Corpse Doll | Ellipsus

A short story, about the first time I ever managed to imagine a future.

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Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 13/08/2026

Is it worthwhile? To wait until the end? It's been Difficult. and I don't feel so good, playing pretend. But I still don't really know who I really am? I feel Miserable. It feels, like I've only been alive A couple years. So much has Passed me by. And every day. I dream of suicide.

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Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 12/08/2026

Transience Scattered corpses were face down in water. They couldn't make it, eventually suffocated, one after the other. Desperate and cold, something crawled forward.

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Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 30/05/2026

I would like to be hugged someday. Close, and gentle. A kind, loving warmth. I would like to be pulled in close, A tender whisper saying that I hold worth.

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Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 25/05/2026

Drenched in viscous red. Umbral dark, undulate dread, Needled incisors, wet with death. Claws cross flesh-sewn ground, Eternal hunger, Hollow lungs, bereft of sound. Meek. Brittle. Crackling. Obligate slumber.

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Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 25/05/2026

Clock ticks midnight, Cold, the winds blow As the bells toll Tonight

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Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 17/03/2026

I wonder, sometimes What it might be like When I eventually die. Maybe, beneath a star-laden sky? Suffocating under stone-brick, choked tight? Spark to powder, leaden flight? Knife to throat, sliced /just/ right? Gurgling, gasping, drowned in the night? Starving, forgotten in pitiless plight?

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Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 17/03/2026

Mm. Exhausted. Tired. Hours. Restless. Laying. Alone. A mind, trapped. Mired. In a slow, relentless, Numbing roam. To be cast free, of petulant reality. To be cast down, to abhorrent fantasy. Maybe. It will be. Weaved. From old ream. A miserable dream. Me Devouring Me. Eternally.

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Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 16/03/2026

Hollow eyes, fathomless sea. Wondering how it'd be. Cold, clammy misery? Regretful catastrophe? But... Would it make me feel free? Gone for eternity? It's... Nothing more than fantasy. Really.

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Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 22/11/2024

A golden sea, Dewy misting. Gorgeous flowers, Transcendent hours. Soft gentle breeze, Rustling bright leaves Dancing on trees. Bright Carnations, First Creations. Warm, safe to rest, Heavenly nest. A reverie, A simple dream, Peace, harmony.

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Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 20/11/2024

#poetry | #poem | #writing One of the longer poems I have, cw: sexual abuse

A Poem titled: "Malaise"

Poem Body:

A useless slut, a worthless whore.
A forceful cut, and what he tore:
He wormed his way into my heart,
Sweetly saying he loved my art.
And yet the more his words spilled forth,
The more my writing lost its warmth.

A delicate soul,
A groveling show.
Complete domination,
Constant violation.

Silky sentences,
Violent offenses.
Head of delusions,
Morbid illusions.

Abandoned, alone,
A quiet, empty phone.
Constant temptation,
A cold damnation.

He showed me no love,
Just poisoned foxglove.
In despondency,
Wings torn from me,
Alone in eternity,
and then
Serendipity.

Poem titled: "Malaise" Part 2
Poem Body:

Lost in fantasy.
Desperate, gone from reality.
I begged for quick, cold validity.
Silently I sold my dignity.
And was met with inhumanity.
Lied, tricked, locked and caged.
I was
Viciously engaged.
Misery and pain.
Stayed silent, stayed tame.
On that day he stole
all the
Remnants of my soul.

Discarded like trash,
Piles of useless ash.

It took,
So many years, so many days,
To finally wake up from that haze.
A reality I refused to face.

Reclaiming my soul,
Writing,
Trying to be whole.

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Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 19/11/2024

Preview miiiight cut off the first line or so? But another #poem I wrote. Screen capped the text to help it fit into one post, instead of breaking them apart from one another. Titled it "In Your Image".

A Poem entitled "In Your Image" that reads: Lay me down to rest upon the rack, rip, tear, rend free the flesh from my back. Build yourself a ream of my sinew. Make me scream for none, but you. Blood drips. Amidst. Cruel quips. Sew thee seam back into me-- yet another mockery. New songbird never to fly, her new song a melancholic cry. On wretched wings of bloody sinew, these rotten things of malformed tissue. A quiet wish to peacefully die. A forlorn stare-- unable to fly into that beautiful, star-marred sky.

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Nihilith @nihilith.bsky.social · 15/11/2024

Break me Softly-- I want to be choked, Flat against the floor, My wrists tightly roped A dirty, little Whore Cheek against the tile, Crying out from pain, Rocking, fucking, while Gasping out your name A quiver, I yearn Low moan, waxen burn Soft, shivery lips Sizzling, painful Drips (1/2)

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