poison flowers grow from my ribcage, like vines through a fence. I try to tear them out, but they grow back with even more thorns. My hands burn as I tear through skin and flesh to rid my body of the rot. The bile rises up my throat and nothing but petals come out. My skin itches with the bugs the plants bring, crawling and creeping. Soon it crawls through my veins and infects everything. I am stu... » Continue Reading
I find myself dreaming, dreaming, falling. I follow the white lines but they always seem to swerve at the last second, throwing me off track time and time again. It's like a rapid river, resembling the one I grew up on. I remember being eight years old and getting my feet and socks wet and sandy on the shore. The adults were telling me not to go too far, to stay close to them, to home. The ones wh... » Continue Reading
just trying to figure out how this site works! i think this will most likely end up being a personal blog where i pour my heart out on the internet. fun! » Continue Reading