Mother woke before sunrise with the weight of the house pulling at her bones and moved against the cold floor, the chill biting at her ankles. In the corner hung the gutted rabbit, its blood pooling on the floor. Her fingers trembled, as she bathed herself in it, coating her skin red.

Raise no alarm, if on a night dimly lit,

Stay in a group, never in alleyways

In a world spun from the threads of chaos, we are born into a tapestry of shadows. We are shimmering maidens in the night, nurturing within us a fire both subtle and strong. Yet, the air around us is heavy with whispers–danger and desire intertwined.

Chaos. More chaos.

“Attention passengers. The next train arriving is a B train traveling westbound towards Boston College.  Please stand clear of the closing doors."

a man walks into a bar but he looks like a little boy

I skip talking to myself for hours / The “me time”, before going to bed

i quite like the smell of cloves, even more when they're burning/ turning charcoal in front of my eyes

Sweat beads upon my brow, my shirt begins to cling/ The vile monster's tendrils reach out, adhesive