I feel nothing.
skintiments
are like
a jigsaw puzzle;
I cannot interlock myself
<———————-back
—->to that copious landscape
where mad cows &
blind crows came to
graze and perch upon;
& once upon
I was that
unvarying pain
reflecting
off your tongue
where you spat
tears of saliva
’cause you refused
to irrigate my bushes;
you are numb inside,
so you say, then you say,
I’m a tokophobic
’cause e-v-e-r-y-thing
you deposit in me
there seems to always be
that jewel encrusted scalpel
assembling upon my virgin flesh
resembling
slut digging maggots;
burdens
terminated,
excavated,
disposed
in a doggy
bag;
then you say
you’re empty
inside,
then you
have a cigarette,
change the channel
on the HD
as if your fucking misery
is all my fucking fault.
but
& still
I feel nothing.
just like those
“in-labor” mothers
giving birth
to fucks
like you.
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March 1, 2016 | Categories: Uncategorized | Tags: BoySlut Magazine, Dark Erotic Poems, dark erotic poetry, dark erotica, Dark Poems, Dark Poetry, Devil~lyn, Devlin De La Chapa, Diva of Darkness, epidural poem, epidural poems, Frankie Valli, Heartbreak Poems, Poet Devil~lyn, tokophobia poems, tokophobia poetry, Underground Poetry | Leave a comment
.and big girls don’t cry.
whiskey
diamond
teardrops
plunge eternally
from my cunt ~
she weeps bittersweet
for you;
I’m 80% proof
[20% denial]
that my clit
is capable
of moving heaven
without
the gentle fondles
of your tongue and
fingers ~
‘big girls don’t cry’, so you once said
when you left me
desperately
suckling your cum’s residue
off my heartbroken tits;
the twins miss the subtle
of your hands and
mouth;
and ‘big girls don’t cry’,
I dare to echo you ~
I wish you could see me now,
how disappointed
you’d be
sinking me
to a level
of no shame.
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February 25, 2016 | Categories: Art, Fiction, Magazine, Musing, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing | Tags: Big Girls Don't Cry, Dark Erotic Poems, dark erotic poetry, dark erotica, Dark Poems, Dark Poetry, Devil~lyn, Devlin De La Chapa, Diva of Darkness, Frankie Valli, Heartbreak Poems, Poet Devil~lyn, Underground Poetry | Leave a comment
baby Bling
in a black thorned g-string
she’s the devil’s little plaything;
long raven black hair
her infamous
barbed wire nipple tassels
have their own marquee flair;
notorious in her stripper’s Hell
watch her venomous body
cast a barbarous spell [on you]
around
the devil’s blistering pitchfork
she twirls,
pre-levitating her fiendish body
up
post-levitating her nefarious body
down
while her blazing tongue
lap dances around
the famine
of her unholy mouth
yearning to delve south [on you]
demonic little slut
watch this satanic little bitch
strut
her barbaric lust
as she thrusts herself [upon you]
feel the degradation
of her internal heat’s
infliction
as she rapes herself
against your serpentine’s
erection
feel the vile
of her hellborn cunt
rapture’d in it’s daily hunt;
feel the hellish wrath
of her devil’d ass
invisibly
banging your body
into a cum of
black mass
she’s a diabolical
conviction
an erotic junkies chaos of
addiction
eternally bounded [you will become]
in her infernal prison
of one
where the lust of her evil
dwells
in the devil’s dirty secret ~
for she’s every bit of
Heaven
just beyond the gates of
Hell
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February 23, 2016 | Categories: Musing, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing | Tags: BoySlut Magazine, Dard Strip Teasers, Dark Erotic Poems, dark erotic poetry, dark erotica, Dark Observation Poems, Dark Observation Poetry, Dark Poems, Dark Strip Tease, Dark Strip Teases, Dark Stripper, Dark Strippers, Devil Poems, Devil Poetry, Devil~lyn, Devlin De La Chapa, Diva of Darkness, Poet Devil~lyn, Underground Poetry | Leave a comment
and the taste of you
remains
red raptors galloping across my tongue
sprout de-feathered wings
of salted sulfur
shedding barbed wire scales
w/ tooth and nail
off my flagrant skin;
you licked my cunt
then kissed my lips
so how deep
did my love go?
I want to make out
w/ your mouth
and have you scream
my name
in agony ~
it’s midnight
and my bedside
is empty
for I have a broken face
that I cannot piece
back together
but I can paint the thrashes
where ‘X’ marks my grave
the way leopards
paint the spots on their skin ~
tell me, Sir Demon within,
when we meet again,
will you stitch up my heart
so it’s no longer jagged
in two. . .missing wires?
And please,
don’t touch my face,
this pale shade of misery
is hard to find
in a drugstore.
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February 22, 2016 | Categories: Fiction, Magazine, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing | Tags: BoySlut Magazine, Dark Erotic Poems, dark erotic poetry, dark erotica, Dark Observation Poems, Dark Observation Poetry, Dark Poems, Devil~lyn, Devlin De La Chapa, Diva of Darkness, Poet Devil~lyn, Underground Poetry | Leave a comment
v e
semen throttle thrust o rdose
white crotchless panty’s
hang on the [clothes]line
leaving the battered
of dildo zombies
preparing for the next flesh war
under a pink mushroom head sky;
~
I am a one woman,
a~sexual
in my southern comfort
cunt-try
no amount of Jack Daniel’s
can drink away
these bluegrass tears
while hooded gators
snap at my feet, and
cuervo fire burns in my blood;
~
he once reigned under my body
with his silver flask tongue
he said he’d take me to church
if he could put a ring
on my va~Gina
and not on my finger;
his cigarette ash lush
still lingers carnivorously
when my thighs part
and kiss the sky;
~
I swallowed
this shallow and dense grave of ours
after you castrated
the bull who sodomized my parched womb;
eventually
I grew our little piece of birdcage heaven
on my tongue
and we frenched kiss our wings
to Paris via a tourniquet
dipped in cuervo caliche
the color of rustic earp blood.
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February 20, 2016 | Categories: Book, Fiction, Musing, Poetry, Writing | Tags: BoySlut Magazine, Cuervo, Dark Erotic Poems, dark erotic poetry, dark erotica, Dark Observation Poems, Dark Observation Poetry, Dark Poems, Devil~lyn, Devlin De La Chapa, Diva of Darkness, Poet Devil~lyn, Tequila, Underground Poetry | Leave a comment
for you
I snorted ajax
through my veins
injected a sewing needle
through my nose
as your nudist orbit
crossed to me
in waves of tidal blood
I’m left cowering ~ alone
on an anthrax laced beach
no shirt, no shoes, no surfboard
just a broken plated body
washed ashore,
de~reefed
dead
echo’s
of love
echo
beyond
the corrugated seashells
buoying on
vacant promises
where the sharkgulls
once sunbathed
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February 20, 2016 | Categories: Fiction, Magazine, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing | Tags: BoySlutMagazine, Dark Fiction, Dark Observation Poems, Dark Observation Poetry, Dark Poems, Dark Poetry, Devil~lyn, Poet Devil~lyn, Poet Devlin De La Chapa, Underground Poetry | Leave a comment
Diva of Darkness: Volumes I~III eChapbooks will be available for FREE from February 14th through February 19th, 2016 on Amazon.
(click on book covers to download)
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