The fire in my soul has started to die.

~ The feral woman convulsed her waist careening against the frost-bitten night. My nose once belonged to this witch arched upon her face...

~ Come tomorrow morning, the spring snow will have melted, but frigid I shall remain. Storm-wrenched I shall remain. All the world...

~ I swallowed the sound of your name like it was a star-- five points, the type they teach you to draw in kindergarten. It hurt on its...

~ ⚠Trigger Warning; the following poem contains subject matter pertaining to suicide, self-harm, and eating disorders⚠ ~ how do u know if...

The green light has frozen over. See that haunted house, how its windows flicker desperately in their attempt at survival, how every...