It came from under the sink. A dirty wet sponge covered in mold. Fell from out the pipes in a house no one had lived in for a long time. The rats picked at it until it took form. The fungi growing on it and pluming outwards until it took a slump form. The hunger started, gnawing, groaning, and she started glugging food through her mouth opening. Jaw scraping across the floors and the walls collecting whatever would fall in. The nutrients made her grow. The roaches she ate gave her these beetle brown eyes, always crawling all over everything, encrusted with goo. She never learned how to walk, so she drags herself across the room on her palms.
Until she made a discovery. An old woman, died while watching tv on her couch. The television was still on, taught her how to take form as a human being. And when she peels the flesh from the bones of the old woman, pasting it over her own slump form, she became the woman we know today. Echoed as a legend throughout all of hollywood. Slop mouth.
I heard if you clap three times, she'll jump out of the shadows. I hear she always leaves behind a trail of slime and bloody tampons. I hear she always leaves behind the most horrendous stench that lingers for 3 days. I heard someone poured a hundred gallons of bleach in their house and it still wouldn't leave. He literally had to burn the whole house down. I hear if you listen sometimes at night you can still hear her teeth grinding down on bone. I heard if you call, "hey ho," in the middle of the night, she'll come running. I heard if you throw a discarded condom in the air, she'll catch it in her mouth.
She prowls through the streets at night on her shanks. Looking for vulnerable young men to invite into her bedroom. I've seen them, running out of the house, shaken. No amount of soap will clean them. They wind up scratching off skin until they bleed to death. The memory of it, torturing them into insanity. Scrubbing the paint off their walls with bleach and lysol. Falling on the floor and losing control and shaking.
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always raining - Poetry
Poesíamy heart has been raining into my soul ever since we met... ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛꜱ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʀᴀɪɴᴅʀᴏᴘꜱ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴅʀɪꜰᴛ ....ꜱᴏ ᴄᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ɢᴏɴᴇ ǝuoɓ ǝɹ,ʎǝɥʇ ǝɹoɟǝq ɯǝɥʇ ɥɔʇɐɔ os˙˙˙˙ ʇɟıɹp llıʍ sdoɹpuıɐɹ ǝʞıl sʇɥɓnoɥʇ ǝsǝɥʇ