No one ever suspected a girl.
She was the wicked secret in a bedtime story,
The ‘I’ll tell you when you’re older’.
They hid you from the inevitable,
That you would love her,
That she would pick your bones
Between her teeth, and you would
willingly feed her more.
The girl clutching at knowledge,
An apple, a pomegranate,
In her bloody claw.
A red-lipped smile,
(A dagger, really)
Snarling teeth, and a
Body warm under the skin of her latest prey.
Your big bad wolf.
Stories are histories.
She would, and always will,
Wait at your door in the night,
Blow down your house,
Cut out your heart.
You will let her.
Your howl is a deafening revelation. The mirror on the wall is a lie.
The beast you love is her,
and also you.
THOSE WHO HAUNT THE EARTH: STRZYGA
A strzyga is a female demon in Slavic folklore. They are born to human parents, possessing two souls in a single body and are identifiable by their double hearts and sets of teeth. When a strzyga was recognized, it was chased away from the community, usually resulting in early death. One soul passes on, but the second remains with the body. After the strzyga’s corpse returns to life, it begins to prey on other living creatures. They hunt at night in the form of an owl, attacking travelers and those who wander into the woods, consuming their prey’s blood and internal organs. A strzyga could also be satisfied with animal blood, but only for a short period of time. When a person recognized as a strzyga dies, decapitating the corpse and burying its head separate from the body was believed to prevent the strzyga from returning to life; burying the body face down with a sickle around its head was said to work as well.
"Makeup should enhance your natural beauty, not obscure it. Use subtle highlights to accent the ravenous hunger in your eyes and bring out the extraordinary size of your submandibular venom glands."
"Your daily positive affirmation: today I am thankful for being alive and blessed with rows upon rows of teeth that shear right through muscle and bone."
"Conceal your dark circles. Conceal your bright chevrons and your dusky stripes. The humans must not suspect what you are."
"New research shows that ideal femininity encompasses a lamia’s beauty, a cyclops’ strength, a hydra’s deadliness, a Fury’s heartlessness, a harpy’s swiftness, and a sphinx’s love of feasting on less intelligent creatures. Be a chimera that cannot be contained!"
"Aim to be described as "inexplicably eerie," "unsettlingly off," and "I’m not sure what she looks like, I could never keep my eyes on her face long enough to see."
- If you are not aware of the “Beauty by H.P. Lovecraft” Facebook page, you are missing the time of your life.
The Master and Margarita, Mikhail Bulgakov
i’ve got mire of men in my teeth, mother
and the murder of botany clings to my spine.
he reckons a cimmerian circlet on his wrists; on my crown,
and i am swimming and waltzing in his terrifics,
in his multitude of songful sins.