Erin Swanson

by Horror Sleaze Trash on January 5, 2012

Erin is a former teacher of incarcerated teenage boys turned professional writer, hailing from the city of Providence, Rhode Island. She enjoys oil painting, traveling, drumming, drinking whiskey and reveling in her OCD. Other hobbies include re-telling first date horror stories on her blog, Currently writing for several area magazines and alt lit sites, Erin is also working on a screenplay which she hopes to have completed by the end of 2012. Her motto is simple: Give a girl a post-it and she’ll write for a night. Stab a bitch with a pen and she’ll write for a lifetime. It’s in her veins…



Erase last night,

erase my past.

Rub, rub, rub.

My skin is paper,

it rips apart.


From my pores,

from my holes.

In, in, in.

My will is fading,

it breaks down.


In the candlelight,

in my mind.

Why, why, why?

The whip cracker is wet,

she screams yes!


We lie together,

we judge alone.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

My brain is tired,

it gives up.


the blackest of blacks

holy fucking shit

the things that I have seen

a yarn spun like dick silk

in my twisted used-up mind

he lunges

a mouthful of disease

crunchy chunks of cheek flesh

I spit now, endlessly

the broken teeth of dead babes

the faceless stare

my knob gets turned now

I’m frozen to the bed once more

but the bed’s not mine

my lover has returned to cut me

footsteps and saline

he’s black, I’m vomit

punish us no more

there’s no rest for the wicked

in threadbare gown I die


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