Twisted

Poem -

FromNothingToSomeThiiiing

Most silence is golden, just holding the noise,
What tries, when we cry and destruction destroys,...

Poem -

CloserStiiill

Mixed heat, of bed sheets and wet sheets,
She said this, intimate lip speak, of no lights and...

Poem -

Monsters beneath your bed

Monsters beneath your bed

Father: Darling there are no monsters beneath your bed,

Darling kick that thought right out of your...

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Art -

Motion Sickness

Motion Sickness