aflaminghalo: (starry dark knight)
Dread Cthulu will one day awaken,
The Elders assure me that's true,
And when he does he will be hungry,
And have to eat all of you.

He lies in a watery silence,
At R'lyeh, his throne and his tomb,
He grins as he dreams of many dark things,
And his Ascension Day dinner menu.

I don't worship the Great One for glory,
Or women, or power or fun,
Please don't think me morbid or mentally disordered,
I'm just looking out for number one.

Cthulu is not one for manners,
He will not say please or thank you
But with fangs he'll descend and with tentacle rend
anything he thinks will make good food.

Terror will spread like a fever,
When Great Cthulu returns to the Earth,
The best you can do is to praise him like I do,
And hope it gets you eaten first.


yes, there is something very wrong with me.
aflaminghalo: (geeklove)
Title: Incubus Succubus
Author: aflaminghalo
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Set between Danny getting Nick the hell out of Dodge, and watching him roll back in on his horse.
Notes: Angsty, creepy, dark with a trace of smut. Because my mecha porn opus is taking it's sweet time :( Also, apologies for the non-betaedness, this is the first thing I've finished in about 6 months.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. But perhaps one day, Nick Frost.

This night has opened my eyes And i will never sleep again )
aflaminghalo: (Default)
Variations on the Word Sleep

I would like to watch you sleeping,
which may not happen.
I would like to watch you,
sleeping. I would like to sleep
with you, to enter
your sleep as its smooth dark wave
slides over my head

and walk with you through that lucent
wavering forest of bluegreen leaves
with its watery sun & three moons
towards the cave where you must descend,
towards your worst fear
I would like to give you the silver
branch, the small white flower, the one
word that will protect you
from the grief at the center
of your dream, from the grief
at the center.
I would like to follow
you up the long stairway
again & become
the boat that would row you back
carefully, a flame
in two cupped hands
to where your body lies
beside me, and you enter
it as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the air
that inhabits you for a moment
only. I would like to be that unnoticed
& that necessary.

- Margaret Atwood.
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I feel as though theres a black pit under me no matter what I do, it may be covered up most of the time, but its always there threatening.
I don't want to fall, but the pit won't be filled.

Last night when you left, I was scared you were dead.
I haven't had that fear since i was a child.
I saw you reach out to hold me and as you did your arms became bones and your flesh fell away from them like river weed in a current and I couldn't bear to look at your smile.
aflaminghalo: (Default)
All the little birds
had
flown
away
is
where you are.
aflaminghalo: (Default)
Its one of those nights where I wish I could just dissolve into shadow and dissapear forever.

Taken away from the sun and the glare and the complete harshness of the day. Its just too hard for me to take at times.
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I hold my silver lighter with its pocket-knife attachments and open the cutting utensil. I draw it in a line vertically down my thigh. It is hot and sinks through my flesh as though is it lard. A melted trail runs out of the incision.
The pain is not unpleasant. Everything is so easy and free. All flesh should be so giving.

I take the blade up the dip at the base of my throat. The suprasternal notch.
The skin here is thin and yields easier. I pierce along the bottom edge of it and pull down to just below my breasts. I set the lighter aside.
Using one hand to hold the flesh apart, with the other I reach inside and break through my sternum. It shatters like glass beneath my fingers. I reach through, to my heart, my hand is ribboned on the shards of sternum.

My heart is a sticky tarry mess.In parts it is a gelatinous mass that slides through my grasp, in others is feels as though it is covered in a slick mold fur.
I tug at it, and feel it come free within me. As I pull it out I feel parts of it dislodge from deeper inside my chest and in my throat.
When it is all out I take the glistening dark mess into the kitchen and put it in the sink. I use my lighter to burn it all until it is ashes and a stain on the stainless steel of the bowl. I run the taps until the water runs clear.

With it not clogging my chest I feel much better. Much clearer.
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