November 5, 2019

The air was thick with spirits.

"Poison apples! Poison apples! Get your poison apples here!" belted out an old man, shoving shrivelled, black apples into people's faces. A herd of tittering witchlings crowded around his kiosk, oohing and aahing with fingers crossed behi...

October 10, 2019

I knew a cat-eater from China,

we both enjoyed dishes of meat.

A painful affair it made,

Filled with gory nights

of wicked sounds,

drilling hard,

through,

my head.

Shattering firm bones,

as she tore flesh,

bleeding prey bound and struggling,

till it spluttered and went limp,

stain...

September 30, 2019

Day by day, night by night

I seek for a flicker of light.

To pull me back to my sanity 

And escape from my calamity.

As seasons change

I feel enraged,

For I am stuck

Sinking into muck.

I stare at the sky 

And wonder why,

When did I become a shell

And fallen under misery’s spell?

I...

September 24, 2019

[Content warnings for depression, suicidal ideation, self-harm]

Dear Depression,

Do you remember, the first time we met?

Me, barely 13. You, older than the hills themselves,

And when we collided, the instant connection was as loud as all the symphonies in the world making...

August 16, 2019

gender is my weapon

I conceal, carry;

hold close but never

unholster

they call this 

a privilege;

to disappear into a crowd

I’m assumed

cisgender

and 

straight

to the untrained eye

which is to say

this 

is the 

default setting

they call this 

‘passing’

which is to say

someone else

has

 fai...

August 4, 2019

The whip comes down on my back once more, but I can't feel it, having lost count of how many lashings have rained down upon me. In front of me, a crowd watches with blank yet solemn faces, not daring to say a word. Public punishments are nothing new and every time one...

May 2, 2019

[Content warnings for abuse, torture, and blood.]

Darkness. Silence. I never thought that I would crave these again.

My head pounds and my vision tilts like I'm on a seesaw. Someone reaches a hand towards me, and tries to take my champagne flute from me, but I pull away...

April 25, 2019

[Content Warnings: Self harm, blood, and physical abuse.]

Rosanne has haunted eyes.

She stares at the mirror. The mirror stares back. When she pulls stringy, black hair away from her forehead, an old, angry scar glowers above her brow. Her hand twitches.

“You’ll be late f...

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