Two friends in the park, as daylight waned,
Laughter and echoes, their joy unchained.
But as shadows thickened, roots held fast,
The park whispered secrets from ages past.
They tried to run, feet heavy with dread,
Branches reached out, as if the trees bled.
“Stay,” hissed the wind, with a voice not its own,
“Until truth is spoken, until lies are shown.”
Eyes met, a tremble, a hidden tear,
One’s ...
One beggar pulls his collar high,
spits out a laugh scraped thin and dry,
then turns to you—
scratching dirt from his nails, dragging words
like boots through gravel.
“Listen close now, brother,” he says.
“Down where the alleys fold like cracked knuckles,
where even the ghosts give wide berth—
there’s a bakery no one knows.
They pull bread hot as sin from the oven,
crust split wide like a wound....
I bite the hand that feeds me
so it knows I’m not afraid of blood.
I chew through the bone just to see if it’ll snap first
or if I will.
I'm tired of begging with my eyes,
acting like hunger ain’t the same as hurt.
A plate ain't a gift when it’s been poisoned,
ain't it funny how I still swallow it down?
**They say be grateful.**
Thank the hands that build the cage,
smile at the...
I asked you to protect her,
but instead, you put a sword in her hand.
Sharp edge against skin like she needed to
know the weight of steel before she knew the weight of her own bones.
She never needed to learn the sound
of a blade slicing air,
the way blood smells when it’s warm,
how breathless a scream can be when it’s yours.
No one told me her laughter would be cut short,
traded...
I recognized his eyes
the moment he stepped through the door,
a flicker of yesterday’s nightmare,
wearing the same skin,
the same tired grin.
I froze,
like my breath forgot the next step
in this cold choreography.
I couldn’t do this.
Not now. Not here.
Not when I’m already drowning
in the same room as him,
where the air feels like someone else’s.
My chest tightens in sy...
His skin was a canvas, stretched tight over bones that seemed too sharp, too delicate, to hold up all the weight of the world he carried. The ink, dark and swirling, etched into his flesh like a curse, marked him in ways no one else could see. But I saw it—_oh, how I saw it_—those symbols that seemed to move, to breathe, when the light hit just right, or when he laughed too hard, that laugh that n...
She wasn’t supposed to be there, wasn’t supposed to exist in this dark and twisted place where everything was bent out of shape, where every face was a mask hiding something uglier underneath. But there she was, curled up in the filth, grime-streaked and bruised, her spirit beaten down but not quite broken. Not yet.
They called her the diamond—_the diamond in the rough,_ but they never said it wi...
He watched her from across the room, the soft glow of the Bunsen burner casting her face in a delicate light, her brow furrowed in concentration, completely unaware of the thoughts bubbling up inside him, mixing together like the concoctions they’d brewed a thousand times before. Her hair slipped loose, a strand falling into her eyes, and she brushed it back, so effortlessly, so _innocently._ God,...
The air was thick with the kind of heat that clings to your skin like a second layer, _sticky and oppressive_, but then, out of nowhere, it hit—_that smell_. God, _that smell_. It was like the past punched me right in the gut, dragging me back to a time when the world was both smaller and infinitely bigger.
The scent of freshly cut grass, mingled with the faint, sugary sweetness of melting popsi...
Well, isn’t it funny how things work out? _Like really, really funny,_ in that twisted, kind of messed up way that only I can fully appreciate. You know, there’s something oddly satisfying about the way life just falls into place, like one of those puzzles you always hated as a kid but now can’t stop playing with, even when the edges are sharp and the pieces don’t exactly fit. But who needs to col...
