gothic Along with your rage follows your fate Pugatory awaits to feed of your hate Inside it’s burning, flames all around The site deafining all others screaming sound Whitnesses bleed and whimper in shame Towards everyone else you point your blame When you fall you will take down the sun Shadows will rise and heaven… Continue reading disaster

river called denial

“I am a girl of color now,” she tells the mirror, again. I lay sprawled on th bed and watch her adorn herself meticulously. She brushes her long raven locks and braids them into one thick rope, adding such garish decorations as sparkling butterflies and golden flower clips. I sigh but she appears not to… Continue reading river called denial