Iris Obscura

Joined June 2022

135 stories

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Do I come across as crass?

Do you find me base?

Am I an intellectual?

Or an effed-up idiot savant spewing nonsense, like... *beep*

Is this even funny?

I suppose not. But, then again, why not?

Read on...

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Iris Diaries: Everybody, Somewhere. Content Warning.
Everybody loves to be somewhere—eventually. Even if it’s not the place they meant to land. They drift, spiral, pivot, implode, rebrand. And around me? Oh, they all got somewhere. Eventually.
By Iris ObscuraExclusive • 11 months ago
Iris Diaries: Folded into Each Other
I know I’m completely, gloriously fucked up when it comes to intimacy. Like, one-person-in-the-whole-damned-world-knows-every-angle-of-me level fucked. And no, I don’t just mean the body, you perv—though yes, they’ve mapped that terrain too. I’m talking soul angles, the jagged bits I don’t even show my reflection.
By Iris ObscuraExclusive • 11 months ago
Sermon for the Drowned Cunt of God. Content Warning.
don't talk to her about faith. talk to her about the fangs in the water. about the slick soft things that stole her sons
By Iris Obscura11 months ago in Poets
Neon Blood Memory. Honorable Mention in The Metamorphosis of the Mind Challenge. Content Warning.
There’s a room beneath the club beneath the city beneath the good intentions I peeled off weeks ago. A cage dressed like a set -
By Iris Obscura11 months ago in Psyche
She Walks In. Content Warning.
the older folk, they say it sank. they say it burned. they say it bled through all nine mouths. but the house wouldn’t die.
By Iris Obscura11 months ago in Poets
Telomera
1. The roo’s been at the rosemary again. Stomping his muddy claws through the garden like he’s trying to dig up the whole damn thing. I catch him at dawn, fur ragged and dust-streaked, ears twitching like he’s tuned to some sound only he can hear.
By Iris Obscura12 months ago in Longevity
Never Are
frozen ember, seed pinned to glass - why didn’t you come? - was it the world - all dust and iron, sour with dreams left out in the rain -
By Iris Obscura12 months ago in Poets
Not Quite Right. Top Story - April 2025.
It’s not quite right. But it will do. At least until it doesn’t. But then – chances are, you won’t, either. - Years don’t roll back.
By Iris Obscura12 months ago in Poets
It Takes
3:16AM Recorder clicks. A breath. Then— - So... I let it happen. - Not because I was lonely— though maybe I was.
By Iris Obscura12 months ago in Poets
The Skirt Keeps Slipping. Content Warning.
I am trying, I swear, to be a good girl. - Polite at dinner parties, eyes on the gravy, not the neighbor’s tits. No thinking about how well they’d swing,
By Iris Obscura12 months ago in Filthy
Life on Earth
“There’s life on Earth,” I say. And instantly regret it. The room goes feral. An Elder gasps so hard his lung almost escapes like a bat out of hell. Another clutches his chest, as if I just slapped him with the raw, wet fish of truth. Someone in the back actually faints—which is impressive, considering our blood is basically mist and anxiety.
By Iris Obscuraabout a year ago in Humor
The Mundane and the Fabulous
I’m mopping the lobby like it called me fat in high school. If I scrub hard enough, maybe I can erase not just the stains but the entire sorry existence of the Sandstone Suites—this motel-shaped purgatory where hope checks in and dignity sneaks out with the minibar.
By Iris Obscuraabout a year ago in Humor