“Welcome Home, daughter.” The familiar, motherly voice echoes through the ship.

Her voice is soft and sincere, clashing with the cold interior of the battleship. Despite her gentle tone, every word she says fills my entire being with dread.

“Hello mom.” I mutter, pushing my way through the doubt of my plan.

“Have you grown tired of those silly creatures?” Her voice begins to sound more mechanical...

⚠️ TW: Abuse ⚠️

Delusions of a glance of freedom teases in my ear. In my bed I ponder the consequences, would they be worth it? I ache with each craving, they come in waves; Each one worse then the next.

I pick myself up from the bed, unknowing of my next direction.

Outside my bedroom window, something begs for my attention. A small lake, hidden by the trees, only viewed from this wing of the ca...

A little birdy told me,

You made wings from my falls,

You made claws from my strength,

You made feathers from my beauty,

You made eyes from my wisdom,

A little birdy told me,

You’re a glutton for everything but food,

You binge on what’s little left,

I hope you’re belly is full,

I hope you’re doing well,

I hope your lies are finished,

But in the end,

I know the truth,

You’ll never be done,

You’...

In the hall of which my mother gave to me, a cold, metal seat sits firmly at the end of the room. Many people feel a sense of pride upon seeing the chair, and yet I don’t know why.

I’ve seen mothers cry, fathers bow, children take vows of silence, and I’ve seen seen my family stare in awe at this seat.

Countless times I’ve been reminded of the influence and sheer force held within even the floor...

When I look at you I bloom,

Crimson thoughts dressed up in child’s play, sweet or bitter, I taste cherry when I look at you.

I relish in it it all day and night, savoring every thought til I’m subdued by your imaginary prescience.

I ache all over when your floral aroma goes away, my heart throbbing at the sight of your cherry lips.

Time flies all too fast when you’re around, I hope we can bud i...

Janitor Franks still keeps the door unlocked at nights, understandably since he’s nearly in his nineties now. The door makes an insidious echo when it opens, a sound I’ve gladly avoided all these years.

Inside, the halls smell of cleaning solution almost knocks me out, the walls still consumed with school propaganda. They put you in this place for four years, maybe even longer if you’re especiall...

The first thing I saw was her eyes, hills and valleys hidden under her pupil’s reflections, genuine joy behind her smile. Her hair and skin and body soft and smooth. Her stature no different from statues and carvings of any other beautiful woman.

Still, she was different from anyone I’ve ever seen.

She was my antidote, my cure.

What I didn’t see was the bags under her eyes, the bones protruding ...