Trying to soothe the ache of memories I don’t have and can’t remember. I write taboo stories with a love for the dark, twisted, and humorous.
Trying to soothe the ache of memories I don’t have and can’t remember. I write taboo stories with a love for the dark, twisted, and humorous.
I want to feel, I want to know.
I want to love, I want to grow.
I want to see, I want to move.
I want to stretch and to improve.
I want to crawl, I want to live.
I want to take as well as give.
I want to smile, I want to heal.
I want to hate with so much zeal.
I want to live, I want to show
That you’re all just undertow.
I want to think and to reflect
About your cause and my affect....
If I just stay still I can keep me all together.
Bound by tape and bits of string that keep me to a tether.
I’m a piece of art if you turn your head just so.
But at normal, casual glance I’m the garbage that you throw.
I’m a shrinking violet in spotlight of the sun,
Birthing creeping vines you look in horror and then run.
I’m the hidden thing in the barn upon the hill.
Bellowing some sinful spe...
Everyone loves me.
Here I am, a kind server at a local diner that everyone frequents in a small little town. Dressed in a dress and apron, I smile and offer you the best hospitality there is.
Been coming for a while? I know what you like and dislike. I’ll give you what you want before you know what that is. I’ll joke with you and give you such a pleasant time here. Such a sweet, kind girl they ...
This was a normal, well kept bathroom a minute ago…right? Why does it look like it’s been decaying for decades??
I paused, looking around me after leaving the toilet stall. Looking but not looking. I felt the anxiety quicken my breath and found myself unable to understand what I’m seeing. Where there had been pristine ceramic and metal pipe now had corrosive liquid all over it. The stall doors we...
Tw: slight gore
“Once you do this, you can never go back. Do you understand?”
He nodded to the best of his ability, holding the rope in his mouth. His teeth clenched tightly against the coarse and thick material, ready for the pain.
The friendly neighborhood doctor, Dr. Iven, raised his meat cleaver and smiled. A brief look of fear came into the eyes of the man held down by rope but was quickly...
(CW: abuse)
Can your guilt ever be explained away?
Can you even remember?
All those choices that were never yours
Started May-December.
Father left the house for good,
Then mother ran away.
She took me with her to hide from him.
And a broken house I stayed.
The neighbor was a sweet old ma’am
She let me watch tv.
Even though she smoke and drank
She was always was sweet to me.
She liked to keep...