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: short-story
[Warning: contains strong language, implied sex, suicide and other triggering themes. Thread with caution.] It starts with you and me in a gutter just where the last battle ended in our collective defeat The rain covering us in promises comforting … Continue reading