Female Axiom

bone shit beneath one finger shard,
she rumbles slowly,
the director filming memories,
a life inside cock membranes.

 her abdomen tongue
 screamed whining twisted tiles
within an anatomy abyss,
a hybrid BDSM marionette.

 ribcage reverberating, sleaze curling
idly black gonorrhoea tendrils,
shameful sludge. she screams
“fuck…me cunt!”

her womb teeth open,
convoluted the buck cheeks tingle
nightmarish bullshit translucent breastbone
of her contours.
She as trail bone When multiplying raw soft treacherous eyes

Night Swimming

the hourglass with mocking locusts
 brimming wild erotic time,
blooms the breasts of lovers
in moon dusk tomorrow.

 sever tantric Venus from resurrection as
 seahorses cut darkness
in maelstroms of
 the melting child dawn.

Opium

flesh sends opium arches with the
catatonic and charred spoon
awaiting to devour a
 the mind eyes.
 he That Cooking

R.J. Butler is a UK-based writer of horror and dark speculative fiction. His work explores grief, obsession, monstrosity, and the fragile boundary between the psychological and the supernatural. Drawing inspiration from folklore, classic cinema, and existential literature, his stories blend visceral imagery with emotional depth. His fiction has appeared in independent magazines and anthologies. He is currently completing a PhD in Creative Writing, where his research focuses on folklore and contemporary horror. When not writing, he can usually be found watching old monster movies, reading Borges, or walking beneath an obliging full moon.