My wrist has a rhythm, a gentle yet persistent pulse as the injured nerve endings cry out in unison. Terror fills the veins, the blood, the severed tissue. Layer by layer as the wispy fibers that allow your skin to be an ironclad wall begin to quiver. Trembling, the echo of steel gnashes and gnarls... Continue Reading →
Shackled
"The deadweight of a corpse serves as your death sentence..."
The Caged One
"Her cries begged for an acknowledgement, not a Savior. Someone to bear witness, to understand her circumstance. I am no Savior, but that little I can provide."
Existential
"Purpose. Do I have one? Is it possible I'm one of the few who was cursed by a lack of one?"
Doldrums
My wrist has a rhythm, a gentle but persistent pulse as the injured nerve endings cry out in unison. Terror fills the veins, the blood, the severed tissue. Layer by layer as the wispy fibers that allow your skin to be an ironclad wall begin to quiver. Trembling, the echo of stell gnashes and gnarls... Continue Reading →
Wistful
"That walk home severed any ties I had to those people, and once again loneliness settled in."
Longing
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Do You Remember?
“Do you remember when you loved me?”
Regret
"Now we are here, way past our expiration date, and you realize now what you didn't before. It sucks, doesn't it? "
Tanqueray
"The original personality, Lauren, stopped aging at this age, and she hasn't really been seen or heard from since."
Heretic Secrets 