Radioactive Roadkill
@radioactiveroadkil.bsky.social
🦴 If you see me on the side of the road, take a piece of me with you
💀 A wondering minds thoughts as it lays dying on the side of the road.
💀 A wondering minds thoughts as it lays dying on the side of the road.
Mine is not the path you wander
I may tread over thorns or stone
Trek miles off your maps.
Even if we share a destination
I do not owe you my every step
You needn't understand my course
But if we're to look each other in the eye
When we reach the end
I need you to trust me
To find my own way.
I may tread over thorns or stone
Trek miles off your maps.
Even if we share a destination
I do not owe you my every step
You needn't understand my course
But if we're to look each other in the eye
When we reach the end
I need you to trust me
To find my own way.
October 16, 2025 at 7:44 PM
Mine is not the path you wander
I may tread over thorns or stone
Trek miles off your maps.
Even if we share a destination
I do not owe you my every step
You needn't understand my course
But if we're to look each other in the eye
When we reach the end
I need you to trust me
To find my own way.
I may tread over thorns or stone
Trek miles off your maps.
Even if we share a destination
I do not owe you my every step
You needn't understand my course
But if we're to look each other in the eye
When we reach the end
I need you to trust me
To find my own way.
No one wept
No one cheered
There were no prayers
Or curses
Lain on my grave
We all step off the road
But I planted flowers along the way
While you set fires
When others pass
the bends I struggled along
they will see flowers.
When they walk
your well trodden path,
they'll see Ash
No one cheered
There were no prayers
Or curses
Lain on my grave
We all step off the road
But I planted flowers along the way
While you set fires
When others pass
the bends I struggled along
they will see flowers.
When they walk
your well trodden path,
they'll see Ash
September 22, 2025 at 4:25 PM
No one wept
No one cheered
There were no prayers
Or curses
Lain on my grave
We all step off the road
But I planted flowers along the way
While you set fires
When others pass
the bends I struggled along
they will see flowers.
When they walk
your well trodden path,
they'll see Ash
No one cheered
There were no prayers
Or curses
Lain on my grave
We all step off the road
But I planted flowers along the way
While you set fires
When others pass
the bends I struggled along
they will see flowers.
When they walk
your well trodden path,
they'll see Ash
September 17, 2025 at 3:34 PM
Play me a melody
Pull the fibers of my throat taught
And pluck notes from knots
of vein and ligament
Make a chorus of my vocal chords
Orchestrate my trachea
Pull the bow across my carotid
And make me sing
in gentle, violent, rhythms.
Play me.
A melody.
#poetry #creativewriting #vore #love
Pull the fibers of my throat taught
And pluck notes from knots
of vein and ligament
Make a chorus of my vocal chords
Orchestrate my trachea
Pull the bow across my carotid
And make me sing
in gentle, violent, rhythms.
Play me.
A melody.
#poetry #creativewriting #vore #love
August 15, 2025 at 7:08 PM
Play me a melody
Pull the fibers of my throat taught
And pluck notes from knots
of vein and ligament
Make a chorus of my vocal chords
Orchestrate my trachea
Pull the bow across my carotid
And make me sing
in gentle, violent, rhythms.
Play me.
A melody.
#poetry #creativewriting #vore #love
Pull the fibers of my throat taught
And pluck notes from knots
of vein and ligament
Make a chorus of my vocal chords
Orchestrate my trachea
Pull the bow across my carotid
And make me sing
in gentle, violent, rhythms.
Play me.
A melody.
#poetry #creativewriting #vore #love
They refuse to look at me
Cradled by fingers of crimson
Entrails no longer hidden behind the appropriate veil of flesh
Eyes unwavering, fixed upon...
Peace.
The tears in my eyes are not born of splintered bones or rent sinew
I weep because
they refuse to look at me
and see themselves.
Cradled by fingers of crimson
Entrails no longer hidden behind the appropriate veil of flesh
Eyes unwavering, fixed upon...
Peace.
The tears in my eyes are not born of splintered bones or rent sinew
I weep because
they refuse to look at me
and see themselves.
August 15, 2025 at 6:57 PM
They refuse to look at me
Cradled by fingers of crimson
Entrails no longer hidden behind the appropriate veil of flesh
Eyes unwavering, fixed upon...
Peace.
The tears in my eyes are not born of splintered bones or rent sinew
I weep because
they refuse to look at me
and see themselves.
Cradled by fingers of crimson
Entrails no longer hidden behind the appropriate veil of flesh
Eyes unwavering, fixed upon...
Peace.
The tears in my eyes are not born of splintered bones or rent sinew
I weep because
they refuse to look at me
and see themselves.
I was made to sing
But I never considered what I was made to sing for.
For the making of vows?
The call to gather in solidarity?
The passing of hours for lonely souls in dark streets?
Yes others recite those melodies,
But I was made to sing only for and of death.
But I never considered what I was made to sing for.
For the making of vows?
The call to gather in solidarity?
The passing of hours for lonely souls in dark streets?
Yes others recite those melodies,
But I was made to sing only for and of death.
July 21, 2025 at 5:27 PM
I was made to sing
But I never considered what I was made to sing for.
For the making of vows?
The call to gather in solidarity?
The passing of hours for lonely souls in dark streets?
Yes others recite those melodies,
But I was made to sing only for and of death.
But I never considered what I was made to sing for.
For the making of vows?
The call to gather in solidarity?
The passing of hours for lonely souls in dark streets?
Yes others recite those melodies,
But I was made to sing only for and of death.
You will always carry a piece of me with you
When I think of it I feel wind and heat. Possibilities of places I could have wandered, sights I could have held. I hear thunder of storms I will never weather.
You will always carry a piece of me with you.
It's my scalp, it's logged in your radiator
When I think of it I feel wind and heat. Possibilities of places I could have wandered, sights I could have held. I hear thunder of storms I will never weather.
You will always carry a piece of me with you.
It's my scalp, it's logged in your radiator
July 15, 2025 at 2:46 PM
You will always carry a piece of me with you
When I think of it I feel wind and heat. Possibilities of places I could have wandered, sights I could have held. I hear thunder of storms I will never weather.
You will always carry a piece of me with you.
It's my scalp, it's logged in your radiator
When I think of it I feel wind and heat. Possibilities of places I could have wandered, sights I could have held. I hear thunder of storms I will never weather.
You will always carry a piece of me with you.
It's my scalp, it's logged in your radiator
The sky is not empty
It is full of air and dust
Cloud and star
Heat and cold
Potential and possibility
You are not like the sky
You are empty.
#poetry #words #creativewriting
It is full of air and dust
Cloud and star
Heat and cold
Potential and possibility
You are not like the sky
You are empty.
#poetry #words #creativewriting
July 7, 2025 at 3:51 PM
The sky is not empty
It is full of air and dust
Cloud and star
Heat and cold
Potential and possibility
You are not like the sky
You are empty.
#poetry #words #creativewriting
It is full of air and dust
Cloud and star
Heat and cold
Potential and possibility
You are not like the sky
You are empty.
#poetry #words #creativewriting
✨Be the bad omen you want to see in the world ✨
June 30, 2025 at 10:50 AM
✨Be the bad omen you want to see in the world ✨
Headlights on wet asphalt. It almost looks like stars.
June 28, 2025 at 3:15 AM
Headlights on wet asphalt. It almost looks like stars.
A vulture decided to take a few bites of me today.
It was nice to be acknowledged for a time.
It was nice to be acknowledged for a time.
June 28, 2025 at 3:13 AM
A vulture decided to take a few bites of me today.
It was nice to be acknowledged for a time.
It was nice to be acknowledged for a time.
To be disassembled.
Left in peaceful pieces.
Arranged with care,
not abandoned but adorned.
Disassociate
Dislocate
Disillusioned
Left in peaceful pieces.
Arranged with care,
not abandoned but adorned.
Disassociate
Dislocate
Disillusioned
June 28, 2025 at 3:10 AM
To be disassembled.
Left in peaceful pieces.
Arranged with care,
not abandoned but adorned.
Disassociate
Dislocate
Disillusioned
Left in peaceful pieces.
Arranged with care,
not abandoned but adorned.
Disassociate
Dislocate
Disillusioned
Date idea: we lie in bed and claw at the base of each other's skulls while we cry.
June 26, 2025 at 7:01 PM
Date idea: we lie in bed and claw at the base of each other's skulls while we cry.
June 26, 2025 at 5:55 PM
#poetry ?
Weighing the stone in my stomach against the boulder in my heart. They are heavy enough to keep my eyes below yours, my words pinned beneath the pressure. My hands too heavy to reach out, scared, bloodied, sisyphean. I carry them to bed each night and they help me sink into dreamless sleep
Weighing the stone in my stomach against the boulder in my heart. They are heavy enough to keep my eyes below yours, my words pinned beneath the pressure. My hands too heavy to reach out, scared, bloodied, sisyphean. I carry them to bed each night and they help me sink into dreamless sleep
June 26, 2025 at 3:19 PM
#poetry ?
Weighing the stone in my stomach against the boulder in my heart. They are heavy enough to keep my eyes below yours, my words pinned beneath the pressure. My hands too heavy to reach out, scared, bloodied, sisyphean. I carry them to bed each night and they help me sink into dreamless sleep
Weighing the stone in my stomach against the boulder in my heart. They are heavy enough to keep my eyes below yours, my words pinned beneath the pressure. My hands too heavy to reach out, scared, bloodied, sisyphean. I carry them to bed each night and they help me sink into dreamless sleep
I don't know the best way to post long form writing on this app. I'm just a dying animal ffs.
June 26, 2025 at 3:02 PM
I don't know the best way to post long form writing on this app. I'm just a dying animal ffs.
June 26, 2025 at 2:51 PM
I feel the rebar in my hands, the hollow empty cavern in my throat, the rusted metal in my eyes. I feel the hate I have for the world.
June 26, 2025 at 2:33 PM
I feel the rebar in my hands, the hollow empty cavern in my throat, the rusted metal in my eyes. I feel the hate I have for the world.
Those eyes can feel their hate like I do.
June 26, 2025 at 2:33 PM
Those eyes can feel their hate like I do.
One pair never will, they will forever remain in darkness behind the the curtains of eyelids, beside dry rotted rubber, adorned with dandelions and thorns.
June 26, 2025 at 2:33 PM
One pair never will, they will forever remain in darkness behind the the curtains of eyelids, beside dry rotted rubber, adorned with dandelions and thorns.
I see two luminous emeralds beneath an oxidized corpse of steal and plastic, shining in the rain. There are more. Four pairs of precious stone my yet reflect the light of my high beams one day.
June 26, 2025 at 2:33 PM
I see two luminous emeralds beneath an oxidized corpse of steal and plastic, shining in the rain. There are more. Four pairs of precious stone my yet reflect the light of my high beams one day.
I see sheets of cardboard laid flat in the jaw of a yawning mouth of pavement stained with sweat and maybe tears. Pillars of teeth, saliva of oil and piss, bats resting in its roof, men hiding and dying in its cavities. We speed down its tongue like pills past the societal kankers infecting its gums
June 26, 2025 at 2:32 PM
I see sheets of cardboard laid flat in the jaw of a yawning mouth of pavement stained with sweat and maybe tears. Pillars of teeth, saliva of oil and piss, bats resting in its roof, men hiding and dying in its cavities. We speed down its tongue like pills past the societal kankers infecting its gums
I see carcasses of concrete and rebar scattered across the city. I feel more kinship to them than the people who crawl inside and out, smearing paint and plaster, obscuring the truth that we still live in dark caves of cold stone.
June 26, 2025 at 2:30 PM
I see carcasses of concrete and rebar scattered across the city. I feel more kinship to them than the people who crawl inside and out, smearing paint and plaster, obscuring the truth that we still live in dark caves of cold stone.
I wonder if they hate like I do.
I wonder if they can feel their hate like I do.
I wonder if they can feel their hate like I do.
June 26, 2025 at 2:29 PM
I wonder if they hate like I do.
I wonder if they can feel their hate like I do.
I wonder if they can feel their hate like I do.