Stáchtes tou Parelthóntos is a queer creative writer fond of metaphors, drawing inspiration from gothic literature and her mental health struggles. Her love of aggressive imagery aims to blur the line between beauty and horror. When she’s not writing tragic love poems she can be found reading, connecting with nature, or scouring streaming sites for murder documentaries. Parelthóntos is a native Minnesotan who loves the colors of autumn and cuddles with her German Shepherd named Artemis.
My Latest Posts
- Untitled, No. 9These days I find it hard To drift to sleep without you My back has grown accustomed to your heat My neck, to the feeling of your breath My hands know intimately the beating in your chest And the way your fingers tangle into mine The ache of longing is what keeps me from sleep,Continue reading “Untitled, No. 9”
- (Re)birthSome children are born With tragedy in their blood Their fragile bones Pressed to hardness from the dust, The ruins of past lives The overlap of muscle and skin Layers of vicissitudes Skin, an intricate weave of cells and afflictions Their beating hearts Already broken.
- Untitled, No. 8These quiet moments are my favorite; A steaming mug of coffee To fight against the chill in the air Your sleepy sounds in the next room While I read by the morning sunrise There is nothing I want more Than to steal these moments every day To keep them sacred for myself To know thatContinue reading “Untitled, No. 8”
- Untitled, No. 7I tend to taste my words, Rolling them around my mouth like loose teeth The bitterness of blood from biting my tongue On words too angry, too honest Filling my mouth with venom I’d sooner choke on than spit, Slowly poisoning myself with every swallow.
- Untitled, No. 6Instead of drum beats inside my chestIt’s the gentle feeling of – Oh. There you are.I am soft when gazing at youWith the familiarity I have yet to gainBut when you smile at me like thatI think you could love me – It’s almost like you already do
- RestlessI hope I come to you at 3amIn the moments where you can’t sleep,Tossing, turning, tangled in linenRestlessJust the way you leave meMy 3m thoughts of youFind me for a few quiet moments In love with the sheets against my back,The air upon my skin; bare, fond and forgiving I can feel the deep andContinue reading “Restless”
- S’more CookiesYou made me cookies with hershey’s kisses (The little marshmallows are your favorite)When all I wanted was the sweet taste of your lipsWords sinful like the darkest cacao Your voice a delicacyI want all to myself.Instead I smiled and thanked you, Told you “no one’s ever made me cookies before”When no one cared enough toContinue reading “S’more Cookies”
- Textile FacadeI wish I was the kind of girl to wear dressesBusts of lace and skirts of tulleSpinning, twirling,Never ending circles of beautiful patternsAdorning my body like I was something delicateAnd pretty. But instead I am scraps of woolAnd new leather with the bloody muscle intactScratchy, hot,Suffocating the skin beneath snares of thread Corsets made toContinue reading “Textile Facade”
- Soft, Tender, and All the LikeYou make me want to be soft,Drape you in the gossamer silk of skinTouching you with nothing but the gentle caress of tenderness,Whispers across your cheeks from my eyelashes and lipsSparks beneath my fingertips to warm youIn return for the quiet you give me,The stillness of early mornings Waiting with baited breath for you toContinue reading “Soft, Tender, and All the Like”
- Untitled, No. 5The first time I saw you, The sudden barrage of images,Flashes of the futureOf morning spent in rumpled sheets and sunlight,Tender kisses on my brow,Laughter bubbling from your smiling faceHow you’d kiss me just to do soIt took me by surprise – this longingand I no longer know what to doWhen my chest isn’t combusting,AndContinue reading “Untitled, No. 5”
the Honest Poet 