I can feel them, the icy cold hands, my inner demons. They’ve taken a hold and are pulling me down. I don’t think I can fight them this time. I’m not strong enough. Not only am I not strong enough but the old doubts have risen with them as well. What’s the point? What’s it […]
my eyes scrabble in the darkness wide and darting a slick of sweat upon my brow shadows move whispers tickle the edge of my ear I can’t remember when last I spoke my throat is parched, I swallow shadows slither grey smoke twists and curly cues scratches ‘neath my eyelids what was that?! shadows creep […]
A deliciously bloody collaboration.
What am I doing? A piece of me dying every day. Every night. I’m slicing off pieces of myself, giving them away for free. The things we do for money… am I even human anymore? He ravishes my body but my mind is far, far away. Anywhere but here. I stopped scrubbing my skin long […]
My mind is circling again. The demons of old are whispering in my ear and I am listening. God. Why do I listen? You’ll never be good enough. You’re not worth it. You should be a better artist. You aren’t intelligent enough. You should be sexier, more hip, in touch. He’ll never make his way […]
I had struggled within myself. I was working through the internal war which I always fought. The Lover, the Inflictor, the Jester, the Intellect, the Artist. We all periodically conflicted and we all occasionally worked together. Sometimes the Lover and Jester held hands and became the Flirt. At times it was the Inflictor and the […]
A short story response to Braeden Michaels’ poem of the same name. Lord Rellik, the demon overlord.
sitting in a grungy diner having a bit of gossip with a friend the bells on the door jingle a dark stranger walks through the door wearing all black and a trimmed goatee and carefully styled hair he looks right at me I barely pay him any mind but keep up my mundane talk the […]
taking over… taking control… black nails biting skulls… separating… …uniting completing without being whole mind your tongue… don’t hold back… …release and absorb backlash… whiplash… mouth agape… neck sore… …third eye open let go and rise… light flows in… shadows stretch… cower… lids stretched wide… lips sewn in a silent scream… …all just a dream […]
He stood at the window of his cabin his back to her Lost in his own thoughts Tortured by his own dark demons Memories flooded his vision Unbidden Unwanted Unforgotten He stared into the inky blackness beyond the pane A clear sky and moonless night Stars flung from one side of his vision to the […]
