And now, time for a poem and some random feeling spilling! FICTION You appeared to be verisimilar Now you’re unfamiliar … Continue Reading Fiction
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Confessions Over Tea Baby left rime Round the edges of infinity Disguised as pearls And hanged herself From your … Continue Reading “Confessions Over Tea”
He’d done this all before. He’d talk to the girls and boys, fathers and mothers. He’d get what he could and he’d eat them up. Like I said, he wasn’t a person and he was not human. He was something else. It was something much simpler than that
The crack in the walls made me visible again
In disbelief of it all, he was there
The lights were on, the camera rolling
You held it right where I was
My diary from 2016 is one of the most disruptively sorrowful journals, filled with entries dedicated to fear.
Not a spirit in the forest, nor a cloud in the sky
knows the words that blooms inside…
This THING THAT IS I.
The reemergence of repressed memories is a somewhat controversial subject, people don’t understand how you could possibly forget something you … Continue Reading “Yeah, But Why Are You Just Saying Something Now?”
the narratives from inside these horrifying little books is disturbing…even to myself.