Is it? My heart is still beating in my chest. My lungs still expand and contract involuntarily. My brain is still firing impulses across my thousands upon thousands of neurons. My eyes still see. Information is still gathered from what my retinas obtain. How can it be? How can I be a living corpse. How … Continue reading Is This Living?
Tag: lit
Walking The Plank.
Hands bound by the chains of my haunting nightmares. Blindfolded by the shades of misery. I don't need to see to know what lurks beneath. It's the churning sea. The churning sea of torment, with its rolling waves of anguish. Waves that I can hear crash alongside the unsteady, creaking, unstable boat. The boat that … Continue reading Walking The Plank.
Today I side with the flat earthers.
I was driving home in my Kia Sorento. My bag of takeout sitting empty on the passenger seat. The taste of 1$ tacos washed out of my mouth with a sip of ice cold Pepsi. This week is a short one — four days thanks to the long weekend. Tuesday was a Monday, and it felt like … Continue reading Today I side with the flat earthers.
Welcomed Invaders.
They're here again. I invited them in. Saw them passing by and swung open the door. Cleared the pathway of my mind. With cackles that made my body shake, they flocked to me. One after the other. Their hideous faces crowding. Their breath putrid. Their spindly fingers scratching the walls of my skull. A home … Continue reading Welcomed Invaders.
The Tendril.
Staring. Raging. Her eyes stared holes into her glass reflection. It would've seemed fitting for the glass to break. To shatter into a million pieces, then dissipate and flit around the universe as though it had never once held the reflection staring back. Angry, frustrated tears streamed down her quivering cheeks. Her mind, something that … Continue reading The Tendril.
Sacrificial.
The vortex seemed to swallow her whole. The blood on her face hers. It was thick. Molasses. A scream ripped from her throat, slicing the air. Another invisible talon clawed through her chest. Its four iron tips seamlessly cutting through her flesh. More blood. She didn't run. Didn't attempt to escape. No bonds were holding … Continue reading Sacrificial.
A Promise of More.
Today I was walking. Flawless teardrops frozen on my face. Frozen from the biting wind hurling itself against my exposed flesh. Gruelling. Step by step I walked. I walked until I could no longer see where I was going. Lashes frozen shut. Fingers stiff. Unmoving. I tried to look behind me. Tried to crane my … Continue reading A Promise of More.
Familiar Despair.
Unblinking. Hardly feeling. Numb. Cold. Another sparkle dimmed. Another light extinguished. Time escapes. Irrelevant. It’s dark. An understatement. Air doesn’t even seem to move. Yet breathing is still possible. Light doesn’t travel here. Only darkness resides. It’s welcomed. It would be easy to get lost here should escape be a priority. It’s not. The crushing … Continue reading Familiar Despair.
A Living Storm.
She screamed into the cyclone. Hair whipping around her face. Tearing at her skin. She cursed the gods as pellets of ice sprayed her torn face. The wind around her swirled wickedly. Faster. Faster. A deadly storm. That’s what she was. Fatal. Lethal. Spit flew from her chapped lips as she hurled curse after curse … Continue reading A Living Storm.
Docile.
You know I’m obedient. You know I’d follow your every command. Your every whim. My submission runs deep. It’s innate. And yet…something else mingles in my blood. Something else demands to be heard. Demands to be noticed. Break me. I want to be mindless. Dumb. I want you to take the very notion of a … Continue reading Docile.


