Community service

woman in black shirt

I have no patience for
sleeping on my language
words smashing into the windows
like birds
my head’s an open house
raw meat and wrongness
your apology in my mouth
like chewing on
grainy wet rice
I behead the preacher
while you believe in nothing
if I have to think of a word for this
it’d be superstition
a way to jail the world
without evidence





My latest piece up on Sudden Denouement today!

Sudden Denouement Collective

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In my world
the woman is deathless
stellar gazes
delayed by
a thousand light years
don’t forget
to feed your god
swallow your testimony
zip up your confidence
tuck in these words
safely underneath Adam’s rib:
no you’re not
in love with me anymore,
but I still am
and when the light
of this destruction
reaches you
we may have been dead
for a millennium

[Please follow Henna on Twitter @HjdPoetry. Her poetry can also be found at HjdPoetry.]

Henna Johansdotter, the goth girl next-door. Aspiring author. Monstrophile. Horror enthusiast. She writes to cope with mental illness and everyday experiences.

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Hi want to fuck a wounded animal?
thank you Sir someday I might be able to return the favor
if the bullet doesn’t shut her up you are in fact, by law obliged to
hunt her down and finish the job snatch her just before she
leaps into adulthood
sometimes prey comes back
standing in your doorway, AK-47 covered in gasoline
find her in the smoke of your cigarette fondling down the inside of your throat
or on the sticky pages of the adult magazines on the bedside table
nutrition fact:
if you cut trough her stomach, her heart may go on beating
for 40, maybe 60 years
and you
do you blush
before swallowing
or do you just