My soul lies in the ashes of a fire pit. Dashed to the ground between decayed, coal black wood. My spirit disintegrates into the air as do the last dying embers, as does the smoke bellow into the air, now only a sliver of fragile burning. And the cold wind shall continue to dim the fire unless the caress of flesh, blood and tears do » Continue Reading
Death and life are green and blue. Endless blue, invaded by the needle sharp peaks of these organic towers, crowding the border of the road, almost threatening to invade again. With time and stillness, they will. An army of nature’s strongest soldiers generations in the making. A chess board to a game only the creatures know. Further up into the true home, my home was long forgotten at this poi... » Continue Reading
Hidden in a deep thicket, the undergrowth so dense with life that it was bursting from the seams with lush bushes and berries and all other delights, the setting sun waved its last tendrils of light upon aging tree bark, acres and acres of dense trees it appears as if the woodlands expanded into forever. A fine mist washed over the dew-ridden land as it sunk into the inky blackness. Another rotati... » Continue Reading
The month of June clings to my skin with its damp, all too warm grip, The heavy hand of a sweaty palm that trails down my back and along my arms Along my chest where this heaping tumor of frustration grows as the weeks bleed into months, staining the seconds where I sit in my own ruins of a tower I wanted to erect, finally, a city I wanted to build for myself But like a rampant, impulsive toddler ... » Continue Reading
Under the water, I can’t hear myself think. Lukewarm chlorine stains my skin, blurs my vision to where the world blurs into one large shape, a conglomerate of sight and smell, a buffet of sensory hell doused in the liquid cocoon that encases my body - I retreat to hide away my shame at my burning gaze of muscles and flesh I wish I held upon myself. To be in the same soup of sweat and flesh amongst... » Continue Reading
" [Friend] sits in the back of the restaurant, twiddling his thumbs. It’s not fair for him to smell the smoke, thinking it’s something cooking, but from a fire he doesn’t know about. You need to tell him about the fire, it’s growing now and you can’t put it out - you need to tell him to evacuate. Or else we will all be blinded by the smoke and the air will grow heavier and heavier. " And what was ... » Continue Reading
Analog horror series that I thoroughly enjoyed: The Monument Mythos The series that got me into analog horror, and one of the more underrated channels in the analog horror scene (in my opinion). Overall a terrifying, absurd and fascinating American horror story. » Continue Reading