It's Tuesday. A broken record on repeat-- spinning wildly skipping the same cracks in the pavement under our tired feet. Every Tuesday the same boring beige-- where's the variation? So we add a shake of hot sauce, the spice of life we so desperately crave. Pick a different breakfast or a different street but still … Continue reading April 17 : Mystery Spot
Death comes slowly crawling up from the floorboards. Through our soles sliding between the knots of our spines. It hooks onto our fingertips like freshly spun spiderwebs. We cannot shake it. --inspired by the episode "Faith" of Supernatural
She curled up with them, their black and twisted horns catching in her hair and sticking in the back of her mind. She slept soundly, hiding herself in the hollows of their many eyes, warming in the fires of their bellies. Five-pointed stars burned black in the nighttime around her, keeping her locked in the … Continue reading Who Dreams with Demons
Typewriter Moon 