The goth girl next-door. Monstrophile. Horror- and sci-fi-fanatic. Aspiring author. Surrealist poetry mainly, short prose maybe, occasionally drawings. I write to cope with everyday experiences and mental illness. Enjoy your stay.
“I stand in the presence of the destroyed god: a rubble of tendons, knuckles and raw sinews. Knowing that the work is mine, how can I love you?”[Margaret Atwood, Speeches for Dr. Frankenstein]
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Tag Archives: macabre
I think I slipped again Am I too weak to hold it in place Shifting between the bones in my rib cage I’ve had trouble breathing Focusing on daily tasks is difficult when fingers always find their way down to … Continue reading