We Are Here to Hurt Each Other

by Paula D. Ashe

The eyeless priestess bestows me a taste of her oracle thorns to let his fingertips bleed atop the spongy gauze of my tongue. Tonight, I will fall asleep with the crimson death’s head beside me on the pillow. In my dreams, she prophesies. Skinless whispers of my beloved; freed now with his face in my hands.

Each note was a drop of dark matter that reverberated into my marrow.

this is the most metal description of bass in metal i’ve ever read

it’s good that we remember that whoever is doing this isn’t a monster. It’s just a person. It’s always just a person.”

Deviations are aberrations and aberrations must be contained.