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Continue reading →: Excerpt from my new project!There was a hole in his chest where his son had been, and blood in his mind. The fountain of desolation was black, corpselike. It consumed him from the inside.
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Continue reading →: My ConsciousnessI am a woman dancing on a thousand shifting suns as the sands of time rain from the heavens that surround me. I swirl in the depthless pools of existence, twisting my hands just so to capture the light as it shines from the stars. My eyes are aglow, lit…
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Continue reading →: I find myself…I am content, though I am alone. A half formed embryo in the womb of the worldtrying to understand the languagethat has no words. If this is my life, then I am happy. A child in a playground composed from the minds of millions before. Although I am without my…
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Continue reading →: The Yellow LineEvery movement was an effort. He didn’t want to work anymore. He didn’t want to work in any field, or do anything. This life was fucking awful. This monster loomed over him like a god grinning upon its breakfast, and he hated it. He hated it. With every fibre of…
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Continue reading →: My HeartMy heart is a bright and shivering star, infected with moonbeams of melancholy and shards of secret longing. It wanders the plains of existence, these ethereal dimensions of hidden possibility, screaming its call to the world, echoing out its purpose and function which only ink could ever express. It is…
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Continue reading →: LavenderIt began with a lavender sprinkled morning, on a dusk compelled day. And the child could simply not – hear what the mind was trying to convey! For the pace was so very rapid, and the sprinkling so very vague, As the woman above said – “Let me thus entreat you…
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Continue reading →: Explosion of FeelingThere is joy to be found, and I am at the centre of it. Colliding with it like a star among the heavens. Is Persephone near? For a garden blossoms within me, the flowers fed on my own blood, watered with my tears. Now, their petals unfold, as a spectral…
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Continue reading →: AphroditeYou were my muse for the longest time, and when I fell for you, I fell hard. I was Lucifer, catapulting downward from Heaven…down, down to the fires beneath. I was Icarus, my wings melting from the heat of the sun. You sparked the embers of creation inside my heart,…
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Continue reading →: The ParadoxAnd when she died, there was nothing. More than nothing. It was the total absence of nothing. And she couldn’t breathe, but she wished she could so that at the least she could sigh. And that was paradoxical. Because how could she still be? . . . How could she…
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Continue reading →: Poem: A wishI used to wish that you would wrap your lost and lonely tendrils around my wounded, weeping heart. I wanted to be devoured. I wanted to be consumed. I wanted love to eat me, like she were a black hole, and I, the universe. My wish was a whisper, and…
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