r/UndeadPoetSociety

Saw you standing on the corner looking anxious and lost, waiting to cross, or for a bus to stop? Was going to turn a corner but said fuck me and pulled a u-ie. A friend told me he’d slam the brakes and stop on the curb to save a bird. I thought that might be a bit too absurd, but in case you saw me (no doubt you did, though you feign to pay me no mind), I was already cooking up an excuse if you put me on the spot: I dropped my pocket and had to retrace my steps. Good to see you... want to have sex? Er, coffee?

Of course you didn’t stop to accost me—you seem too afraid to do face work with me anymore. Just a glimpse and you know I’ll go to work, doing all the unpaid labor in this hazardous job. It is born of love, I hope you see my dedication to the cause. I’m a creep, a weirdo, and a loser—and you kill me every time, baby.

I don’t know how you disappear like that. You ghost without a trace and vanish through space. I try to give you a wide berth and make you feel safe, but you know I run these laps to win the race. My phantom friend says you’re chicken—presumably that’s why you wouldn’t cross the road. But I’m sick of this boundary separating us. Will you ever let me in?

I’m in this to win and waiting for you to say “when”, but now you hesitate to even call me “friend”. Happy wife happy life, and here I am drinking like it’s already five. Running circles and loops hoping to see your eyes but you always hide and carry a knife. Try to jump the wall but you slice and dice, and then I clip through the earth to an abyss where no one can hear my cries.

Why? Can’t you be nice? How many times do I have to ask twice? Would it help if I apologized?

I’m sorry too. For everything I do. All I’ve ever wanted is you, boo. What is stopping us from being two?

Hoo-ee! Who doesn't like mergin' y'all? It's easy, just recall the mergedown steps!

You've got one set and a second and it seems like the two things can somehow fit together ya hear? An' so, you try ta get em ta get real close-like and connect in jess the right spots, mm, yeah just like that. Uh-oh, looks like some of these are talkin' right past each otha', ain't no proper merge dahlin, we got danglin' loners o'er hyah. Now wut we gawn do abowt dem? Yessiree I do declayuh this downright unlawful! Look at the rows of seats, they're out of sorts! Uncouth, reprehensible, and their lengths don't even match the dress code!

Oh my, must we do some merging of other sorts? Some aggregation play? Mm, I sense some of these instances are teasing signs of possible combination. Oh yes, that's good, but too average, this sum? Whichever, what shall we call them? Oh dear, it seems some columns are lying about their names... These gosh darn dagnabbit rabbits keep putting on masks and slapping my class-- now the whole dang thing's in disarray! Some soiree!

Golly, and there's yet another dimension to this descension! Now that we've got everybody paired up for the hoedown, we gotta work on our timing and ties! These rank line-dancing whippersnappers cudnt catch a rhythm if it were a mouse in a barn! Alright, perhaps we'll have to simplify the tune. Oh no, time for Cotton Eyed Joe?

Good to go, get the rope, gonna lasso .dat  Kinda fuzzy, kinda crunk, little cheating but that's done and it's time to go. Better get off the floor and save a goodnight kiss to the disk~ Phew-ee!

The second the pantry door shut, the sugar dissolved into something far more dangerous: coffee.

The foyer smelled faintly of old wood and the aggressively herbal tea you insisted was “good for digestion.” A sanctuary—if sanctuaries came with overdue mail and a coat rack that had given up on its purpose years ago.

Before you could even drop your bag, I had you pinned against the wall with the full force of my pent‑up frustration about the thermostat settings.

“You left it at sixty‑two,” I said, voice low, dramatic, unreasonably intense.

You gasped, clutching my shirt. “I was airing out the house.”

I stepped closer. “You were inviting hypothermia.”

You pushed me back just enough to look into my eyes. “You don’t have to do this to prove anything to me.”

“I’m not proving anything,” I growled. “I’m trying to survive in my own home.”

You smirked, wicked. “Maybe the rumors are true. Maybe you are dramatic.”

I scoffed. “Not a chance.”

“Oh really?” you purred, shoving me toward the bedroom with the force of someone guilty of repeated domestic abuse. “Then prove it.”

I stumbled backward onto the mattress, glaring up at you. “Prove what?”

“Prove,” you said, climbing onto the bed with the gravitas of a Shakespearean villain, “that you can fold a fitted sheet.”

Silence. Heavy. Tense. Cinematic.

I swallowed. “You’re a monster.”

You tossed the sheet at me like a gauntlet. “Put your hands to better use.”

What followed was a battle for the ages—a battle of cock versus pussy. When you threw the sheet on me I looked like a ghost, like a man possessed. Naturally I ignored all that shit about folding the sheet and instead proceeded to fuck your brains out. My cock was so deep inside your pussy, it was hot as hell. You were all "ooohhh yessss fuck meeee" as I railed you right in your sopping cunt. I fucked you so raw you would be a vector for salmonella poisoning if you were literally a chicken instead of just metaphorically one. I fucked you harder. Better. Faster. Stronger. I fucked you sideways and upside down. My giant throbbing member was hitting your cervix like a goddamn battering ram. “Knock knock bitch.” “Who's there??” “Cum.”

I collapsed back onto the bed, staring at the ceiling. “No more noise,” I whispered. “Just us.”

You lay beside me, patting my shoulder. “Just us. And the laundry you’re redoing tomorrow.”

“I ain't doing no laundry, bitch. But I will do a load—of cum inside you!!” Then I went for round two where I came ropes of jizz inside you. Then I got hungry, so I devoured you like a man possessed. But then I had to go to the hospital to have my stomach pumped because apparently you aren't supposed to eat body pillows.

Vindictive rejects

I wonder if you know?

Surely you knew i wasn’t a writer, my life hasn’t always been easy its been folks like you that turned me into fighter forced to face life head on.

I’m sorry if i had rejected you. A faceless profile in a sea of time wasters, pic collectors, homophobic trolls and predators.

But to go and make me fall in love.

Just to lie on my name, slander my character, dox me and have random people harass me. Not to mention the impossible maze meant to psychologically destroy me. And then shame me for reacting poorly?

Painting yourself as the pure hearted lover who’s been victimized is the cherry on top.

For whats its worth. You’ve been my favourite stalker so far.

Maybe the next one might actually love and care for me.

Instead of seeing a flower that has bloomed beautifully despite the hell its been through…

And decide to be the first one to water it. Instead of destroying it.

~a broken hearted fool.