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Stress is the quiet hum of a thousand thoughts grinding their teeth behind my eyes.
December 19, 2025 at 6:30 PM
Stress is the quiet hum of a thousand thoughts grinding their teeth behind my eyes.
I weave the moonlight into nooses, darling…
come closer, and I’ll teach you how to hang the stars.
come closer, and I’ll teach you how to hang the stars.
December 8, 2025 at 5:06 AM
I weave the moonlight into nooses, darling…
come closer, and I’ll teach you how to hang the stars.
come closer, and I’ll teach you how to hang the stars.
You don’t have to die to be dead to me—
your shadow fades where your footsteps used to be,
a silent grave dug in the space you left behind,
buried not in earth, but in the ruin of my mind.
your shadow fades where your footsteps used to be,
a silent grave dug in the space you left behind,
buried not in earth, but in the ruin of my mind.
December 8, 2025 at 3:32 AM
You don’t have to die to be dead to me—
your shadow fades where your footsteps used to be,
a silent grave dug in the space you left behind,
buried not in earth, but in the ruin of my mind.
your shadow fades where your footsteps used to be,
a silent grave dug in the space you left behind,
buried not in earth, but in the ruin of my mind.
Mouth full of knives, a quiet choir of silver truths, each blade trembling to cut free the words I dare not speak.
December 2, 2025 at 1:26 AM
Mouth full of knives, a quiet choir of silver truths, each blade trembling to cut free the words I dare not speak.
I am the breath graves forgot to exhale,
dragging my name like a noose through the dark that never learned to blink.
dragging my name like a noose through the dark that never learned to blink.
December 1, 2025 at 8:06 PM
I am the breath graves forgot to exhale,
dragging my name like a noose through the dark that never learned to blink.
dragging my name like a noose through the dark that never learned to blink.
I fold into myself like a prayer no god ever answered.
November 30, 2025 at 4:06 PM
I fold into myself like a prayer no god ever answered.
The silence here is so deep you can hear the stars breathing.
November 30, 2025 at 4:06 PM
The silence here is so deep you can hear the stars breathing.
I do not bloom.
I rot beautifully.
I rot beautifully.
November 30, 2025 at 4:03 PM
I do not bloom.
I rot beautifully.
I rot beautifully.
I walk where shadows breathe my name,
where wings scrape warnings through the dark—
and every beat of those blackened birds
echoes the truth I buried in my own bones.
where wings scrape warnings through the dark—
and every beat of those blackened birds
echoes the truth I buried in my own bones.
November 30, 2025 at 4:02 PM
I walk where shadows breathe my name,
where wings scrape warnings through the dark—
and every beat of those blackened birds
echoes the truth I buried in my own bones.
where wings scrape warnings through the dark—
and every beat of those blackened birds
echoes the truth I buried in my own bones.
I wear silence the way others wear perfume:
too much, too close, choking.
My skin is a locked diary written in bruises
that never quite fade to yellow.
too much, too close, choking.
My skin is a locked diary written in bruises
that never quite fade to yellow.
November 30, 2025 at 4:02 PM
I wear silence the way others wear perfume:
too much, too close, choking.
My skin is a locked diary written in bruises
that never quite fade to yellow.
too much, too close, choking.
My skin is a locked diary written in bruises
that never quite fade to yellow.
Touch me and your fingers will come away
smudged with the ash of every man
who thought he could hold a storm
without drowning.
smudged with the ash of every man
who thought he could hold a storm
without drowning.
November 30, 2025 at 4:01 PM
Touch me and your fingers will come away
smudged with the ash of every man
who thought he could hold a storm
without drowning.
smudged with the ash of every man
who thought he could hold a storm
without drowning.
Look at me and remember:
some doors, once opened,
let the night walk out wearing your face.
some doors, once opened,
let the night walk out wearing your face.
November 30, 2025 at 4:00 PM
Look at me and remember:
some doors, once opened,
let the night walk out wearing your face.
some doors, once opened,
let the night walk out wearing your face.
I am not waiting for you.
I am the reason you stop breathing
when the hallway gets too long
and the light forgets your name.
I am the reason you stop breathing
when the hallway gets too long
and the light forgets your name.
November 30, 2025 at 4:00 PM
I am not waiting for you.
I am the reason you stop breathing
when the hallway gets too long
and the light forgets your name.
I am the reason you stop breathing
when the hallway gets too long
and the light forgets your name.
Come closer if you dare.
I have already begun
unmaking you
in the softest possible way.
I have already begun
unmaking you
in the softest possible way.
November 30, 2025 at 4:00 PM
Come closer if you dare.
I have already begun
unmaking you
in the softest possible way.
I have already begun
unmaking you
in the softest possible way.
Wings of raven bone unfurl, carrying her into the night of infinite darkness.
November 20, 2025 at 10:30 PM
Wings of raven bone unfurl, carrying her into the night of infinite darkness.