#cw-bodyhorror
>+. I USED TO THINK IF TWO PEOPLE TRANSPORTALIZED THEY'D MERGE TOGETHER .+< #cw-bodyhorror ?
ππππ ππππππ’ πππππππ ππ: @tessellatedcircuitry it Is Another One Of Those Days Where The Lightmares Are Vivid. You Wish That It Were Possible To Quell Them, That Some Position In Your Recuperacoon Would Make Them Stop. But They Continue. you Stand Outside. You Can See Your Friend's Hive On The Cliff Above. You Are Holding Something In Your Hand, But You Cannot Tell What It Is. The Sky Burns Like The Alternian Sun, But Somehow It Is Worse. And It Continues To Get Worse. The Air Itself Bears Down Onto You, And The Furious Sky Only Escalates In Its Heat And Brightness. A Great Ball ...Read more
>+. I ENGRAVE A STAMP INTO MY HORN STUBS. THAT WAY PEOPLE I INEVITABLY SMASH MY SKULL INTO ARE IMPRINTED FOREVER .+< # THOUGHTS? #cw-bodyhorror ? #gore ?
can i actually feel the maggots in my skull or are these metaphorical? #bugs #maggots #death #bodyhorror #cw-bodyhorror
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I'm Hyper Aware Of My Organs Now, Similar To The Way Some Are Aware Of Their Own Taste Nub In Their Maw. I Know Intimately How Each One Moves And Sometimes The Nausea I Experience As A Result Keeps Me Up At Light. #cw-bodyhorror
cut my hair break my horns peel my skin tear out my innards leave nothing inside but an empty shell use it for your own hell replace the parts like a doll leavee not the same at all #cw-bodyhorror #gore
it's you. #gore #cw-bodyhorror β β β β β β β β β β
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Found the seam beneath my hairline. The stitches were not decorative. A fingernail beneath the edge, a careful pull, and my cranial plate came free with a damp little sound. Like opening a lunchbox that had been sealed for far too long. No agony. Only pressure. I stood before the refresher mirror and looked into my own pan. The smell was copper and antiseptic. There are grooves where there should be wrinkles. Someone had cored channels through the folds with impossible care. Black sutures disappear into the remaining tissue. Tiny ivory pegs anchor things that have no business being...Read more
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