Silver Daux

Joined May 2021

425 stories

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Shadowed souls, cursed magic, poetry that tangles itself in your soul and yanks out the ugly darkness from within. Maybe there's something broken in me, but it's in you too.

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The King's Memory
They don’t remember me the way I remember them. I leech the details from the memories, suck them dry. A face, a name, the way my arms can be bent like a doll.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Cigarettes and Blood Lust. Top Story - August 2024.
Rip open my ribs. RIP OPEN MY RIBS! I dare you to crack open my bones and plunge dirty nails Into the maw of my chest, Pluck out the still-beating organ there
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
The Zenith
And what happens to the King who sat on his throne watching peasants Bow down to his lady the crone as he sucked on the bones of the
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Hunting For Loneliness
She picked mindlessly at the already frayed skin hugging her fingernail until it bled. Lorna looked at the blood, bright against her anemic skin, and then shoved it into a pocket. It could bleed there. She didn't need more eyes on her.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
Open Sky Heart
It went off with a bang. Bullet holes opened their fanged mouths in my chest As the rest of me curled backward in open-mouth shock.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Cigarettes and Empty Thoughts. Top Story - December 2023. Content Warning.
Oh Christ, I'm fucking hungry For the cigarette days full of black coffee, Tiny little jeans, and horrid aftershave When I was a nail-bitten mess
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Impending Doom
It hit him me the stomach. Knocked me right off my chair. It threw my chest into a fit of knots And looped belts around my lungs
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Dream of Winter
I dream of a night without dawn One where blizzards and snowstorms and meteor showers Make it suffocatingly bright. I dream of black days after black days
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
The Man Who Flew Like A Bird. Content Warning.
Grey eyes encircled by bloodshot whites watched the heron off in the distance flap its large wings. As if by magic, the bird rose from each fall perfectly. Oslow wondered what it would be like, being lifted up effortlessly from each fall. Instinctually. He could only seem to fall lower.
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Fiction
Words In The Mouth
There are words in my mouth, Cluttered between the crevices in my teeth Like cavities. Only I got them not from eating sweet nothings
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
Family Ties
I am my mother in the morning. Exuberant and full of bubbling joy as though someone Dipped their hand into a crisp, cold river
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets
The Cloud
It's smelling the fragrance of cooking Only to be unable to taste it. I can see the onions cooking, see the garlic Browning around the edges
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets