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Incorrigible
It’s hard to let everything slip past your grasp when you swear you’re still holding it. I’m struggling to find enjoyment in the things that have brought me endless smiles. People say it was "su...
Being human
What do I think it means to be human? Maybe it’s this, living with a thousand unnamed storms crawling beneath the ribs. Feeling every ugly thing: hate, envy, jealousy, feelings we pretend we’re...
Cheers
You’re important to me in a way that doesn’t need decoration or explanation, it just exists. It’s steady, familiar, like a memory I didn’t realize I was keeping. When we met, there wasn’t som...
Overlooked
“You’re too kind." I’m told as if kindness were a flaw I haven’t learned to correct. They say it the way someone would talk about a bruise, soft, sympathetic, but still implying I did somethin...
La douleur exquise
I hate that I stay frozen. Even when love stands right in front of me, reaching, soft, certain, I can’t step forward. I can’t even flinch. I just… vanish behind my eyes. My body goes still in ...
Book Description
Mistwraiths are monsters, hideous, jumbled masses of soft, pulsing flesh that lack any structure. They eat the bones of every weak species, clean them, and incorporate the remainder into their own bodies to form a horrific structure that serves as their skeleton. These foul creatures awaken to a horrifying consciousness when blessed, becoming fully conscious beings whose existence is now a twisted mixture of flesh and bone, a testament to their immoral evolution and ravenous appetite. It was only during my time in solitude, when I sought comfort in my writing, prose and works from old poets, that I understood the weight of my words more clearly as time wore on.
