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...
a meadow sprawls, not too far from where
the world forgets to care.
wildflowers
stretch, like hope, but just like hope, they’re fading,
worn by too much sun, and tired of waiting.
a soft breeze stirs them, but they don’t sway much,
like they’ve learned not to reach for a touch
that won’t come. the sky—clouds hang like they’re stuck,
refusing to rain, just holding enough,
threateni...
in the delicate veil between sleep and waking, where reality frays into the gossamer threads of dreams, there lurks a creature—a mythical beast of shadow and desire, who feeds on the vivid, fragile fantasies spun in the quiet corners of our minds. its hunger is insatiable, a gnawing need that drives it to prowl the twilight moments, slipping into the dreams of unsuspecting souls, consuming their h...
she is _my_ nocturnal bloom, a flower of the night that unfurls her petals only in the presence of the moon’s gentle embrace. during the day, she is but a shadow, a whisper, a memory that fades in the harsh light of reality. but when the night falls, and the world is cloaked in darkness, she awakens, her beauty blooming in the quiet solitude of the midnight hour.
her hair, a cascade of midnight s...
she’s there, a vision of perfection, even in her fear. her eyes, wide with terror, seem to pierce through the gloom, searching for answers that only i possess. i’ve always loved her, a love so profound and all-encompassing that it defies the boundaries of normalcy, transcending into an obsession so deep, it has consumed my very soul.
every moment, every breath i took was in reverence to her beaut...
**anger**
fists clenched,
breath coming hard,
_how could you do this?_
you broke everything we had.
rage burns.
**sadness**
tears fall,
can't stop crying,
_nothing feels right anymore,_
the emptiness consumes me.
heartache.
**fear**
cold sweat,
shaking inside,
_what if you never come back?_
the darkness whispers my name.
terrified.
**disgust**
sickened,
bile in my throat,
_your lies, they r...
