taste their own blood

December 29, 2018

She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.

In spirit she walks the city, traces its labyrinths, its dingy mazes: each assignation, each rendezvous, each door and stair and bed. What he said, what she said, what they did, what they did then. Even the times they argued, fought, parted, agonized, rejoined. How they’d loved to cut themselves on each other, taste their own blood. We were ruinous together, she thinks. But how else can we live, these days, except in the midst of ruin?

Margaret Atwood
The Blind Assassin

better after dark

December 18, 2018

Honest. You’ll have to trust me. After midnight I’m so cute – so sweet, too! Sweet as the taste of a virgin’s blood, which always tastes so much better after dark.

love with claws and teeth

December 8, 2018

Girls love each other like animals. There is something ferocious and unself-conscious about it. We don’t guard ourselves like we do with boys. No one trains us to shield our hearts from each other. With girls, it’s total vulnerability from the beginning. Our skin is bare and soft. We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It’s feral. And it is relentless.

Leah Raeder
Black Iris

Midnight kiss

October 30, 2018

Feel her icy breath at midnight
turn blood warm
her fangs at your throat –

Bloody & Raw

October 30, 2018

I eat your desire while it is still bloody
& raw.

Ally Ang

Portrait of a Modern Woman

Her Snaky Locks

July 21, 2018

I remember a box of sanitary pads
that rested on my mother’s toilet
tank.

They were called “Modess”—
a name that means nothing but

Sounds full of
qualities.

For the white pad
must be
righteous
as an armoured
virgin

As it shields the world against
the medusa
of your blood.

Stella Brice

see in the mirror

June 10, 2018

Joan Semmel, “Erotic Yellow”

Then we fucked and I could see in the mirror when I looked up that blood was dripping down both my legs, bright red and almost beautiful and I thought it’d scare him or me but it didn’t. (I mean I wasn’t like that. I mean it wasn’t like me. I couldn’t wait more than two or three minutes after sex with men before dashing to the bathroom to scrub everything off me, to ‘detail’ my bellybutton ring like I could get pregnant or die that way. Then I scrub memories too but I didn’t scrub this one and so; bear with me. I feel like it matters or I wouldn’t be telling you, trust me.)

(But I gave that up, too: the idea of sex being clean, because I mean what makes you more vulnerable than being fucked and dirty too, and how can you have sex if you aren’t vulnerable? But also so much has changed since then, about sex.)

He kept fucking me because this could be the end of it, after all. Who’d ever said that we didn’t have to shed a little blood on our way out? Or leave some damages on the carpet or even stain my brain with the memory of my thighs in the mirror, shocked by myself and unsure, thinking to myself ‘we are animals who bleed’ and also how the Pill they’d switched me to was fucking me up, because you know, for so long, for a year or so I hadn’t bled at all except on purpose. So this was a new thing for me and Blake.

Riese
What did you do out there. What did you decide.

Darkest Demon

October 20, 2017

The Vampire is the

Most supreme demon.
The Vampire takes life
Through an invited kiss,

And feels its victim
Slip into the night,
Terrified, collapsing,
As the demon experiences bliss.

Amy Perry

demand blood sacrifice

October 20, 2017

“Oh honey, that’s just how old houses are. They settle. They sometimes creak or groan, or quietly weep, or demand blood sacrifice in voices that sounds like the fluttering wings of a thousand moths. It’s just the house settling. For whatever it can get. Go back to sleep…”

Monique M