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hitched breath tongue teasing along certain death stress a finger press tighter and tighter a lover's caress.

gaggin, coughin chokin, moanin- Tension: frozen listenin flinchin the click clickin chamber revolvin Stays in.

lean in, lubricant drips wantonly down lowered chin tongue-tip slips gently in cleaning the rifling swirling within stale sulphur, faded brass, a hint of copper. eyes closed leaning in listening as the hammer ticks back steel presses in further and further within

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

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

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

A realization, and we knew it True We were a Flower, within Her Garden, too. -- [End. - Wrote after this dream we had a long while back, found it in our notepad. ty for your time]

The Sun, Her crown, Her head, tilt down. She spoke no words, still, I was bade. To think, a moment: "What is Thy Name?" I could not rightfully say, yet I felt, She was the sky, the stars, the sun itself. Her Gaze warmly lingered down upon me, Lingering down upon everything.

I recall: I laid against Ecstasy. A perfect, loving fantasy. My eyes blinked up, and I saw Her face. Visage of Fire, body Aflame. Where She Began, where I begun Impossible to ascertain. Yet, Her eyes remained closed. Her smile, Serenity. So soft, so gentle. Love, Everlasting.

Anxious strings pluck at the nerve, Yet something bade me: "Look Heavenward." My eyes trail along orange sunlight, up and up, higher and higher. Still the light grew, all the brighter.

Tall, vibrant grass danced with finesse in a gentle breeze; a whisper's caress. Every blossom, every bloom a Blessing, waiting to become true. A towering tree, Out and alone At the edge of beauty, At the edge of Eternity.

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.

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

Reposted by Nihilith

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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I'm not. I'm not sure where this is going. I just needed to be honest. I feel guilty. Not sure I'll share this. I'm just... feeling depressed. I just. Don't have. Anywhere to get these thoughts. Outside of my head. Sorry, for this multi-post Poetry thread.

I just. Feel as if I. As if it's. Kinda worthless. It keeps me alive. I guess? I wish. I was faster, with it. I wish. I knew if I was any good, at it. I wish. I didn't feel so alone, with it.

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I don't know. I don't know what I want. Really. It feels like some. Coping? Maybe? It feels... true? To come away and say? That... Maybe that's my Value? What else do I have? I'm kind of. A failure, I think. I'm trying? Writing. I. Enjoy that, really.

I like it, though. When I'm objectified. I like. Being told. Someone wants me Like a little Plaything It's. Tempt ing. But I know. It'll leave me empty and hollow. Maybe it'd be better, though. Than sitting, quietly, alone. Wishing to feel knife to my bone.

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I don't know how to fix it. Everything feels like walking on glass. Trying, I mean I am. Fixing things I can. Slowly. But, I wish it was fast. I try to be careful. Of my old habitual Patterns.

Then I don't go out again, because I just. I don't know how to. Do any of this. So I'm Writing quietly. In my own little corner. Trying to figure out Why I can't be normal. I can point to the past. CPTSD, Depression, ADHD, Anxiety. Passed. Every. Test.

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Compliments choke me up. I struggle to know how to respond. What do I say? I want to be polite, I want to be kind. I try, but it. Feels. Wrong. Like I missed the mark. Undershot? Overshot? Won't shut up? I try my best. I try my best. I promise. I promise.

I've been told it's. Nothing to be ashamed of. From a therapist. But I want to. Feel like I can Connect with people. And not feel so scared. Of them being gentle.

I cry. When I think about Being held. Or Hugged. But being: Drugged, dragged, gagged and fucked? Cold barrel between my lips as encouragement to move my hips? Why is that? What I want? Why can't I handle Things that are Normal? and kindly?

I don't like that it excites me. I don't like that I speak differently. I don't like what crawls out of my mouth. I don't like that it makes me Happy. And, normally? I can hardly handle. A hand on my shoulder. I seize and feel Scared? Then, guilty. Because I kind of. Want it there.

Happy? When I imagine: Being bloodied. Being robbed of my autonomy. Being degraded, insulted and treated Like a little pet. girl. thing. It's not quaint, or kindly. Without the cruelty, it just feels empty.

All of my fantasies Just play out brutalities. Born from older memories. I don't know Why I Want to go through All those cruelties. It feels. Legible? I understand what to do. It hurts, it's painful. But I feel useful. I feel.

I don't have it in me. But I find myself Wishing, praying. Nightly. Daily. I don't like that I do. I usually try. To dress it up. A joke. A metaphor. Something ignorable. I don't think it's. Fair? To be this vulnerable.

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.

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

Ink-black, feathery wings. Hazy eyes, glittering things. Her mouth pulled wide. Serrated fangs to feast with the tide. One Survives. And, for now, here she thrives.

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.

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.

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

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

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

Would I make it to Heaven? Or be Damned outright?

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?