grief
Give me a sign that I’m still alive The abyss is my comfort in the deepest parts of the shallows For it never turns away from my blighted face. It's silent. Eerie. Loving. Not an insult nor a joke, Nor disgust. I am ugly. But I did
death
From my tears, the river, that flows through the snowcapped forest, was created. I have yet to turn into the ground itself if fate allows me to. I do not wish to be part of nature, but like the cruel Mother she is, I have no choice. I will bear
personal
“But how do we live with these secrets locked within us? How do we tie our shoes, brush our hair, drink coffee, wash the dishes, and go to sleep, pretending everything is fine? How do we laugh and feel happiness despite the buried things growing inside? How can we do
poem
There’s a hidden box in the secret garden, Filled with many kind of jewels. Different men are different jewels. And their lovestruck eyes are filled with mischief, Made with rubies from the God of Mischief, Thus, their lust becomes the shape of a fox. But then longing and jealousy
death
I confused its cries with shrieks. A haunting noise echoing through the icy plains. A place where creatures such as that don't belong. It’s not beneficial for their hunts if their prey has full view of their imposing and terrifying appearance. The blood they carry in their
short story
What is love, if not futile? Fleeting? Human emotions are rampant and unstable. There’s nothing to latch on to be able to trust. There’s a saying I heard somewhere, by someone who I can’t remember the name of; ‘Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. Hospital
short story
A large and opulent concert hall. Bright lights above a stage decorated with the finest flowers. Every seat occupied with a guest donned in their finest clothes: a mix of furs, feathers, or leathers. Everyone awaits the grand entrance of the next instrument; played by Emilia Crane. The young girl,
short story
Your life is…fine. There’s a routine that you find comfort in. No surprises. No changes. The years start to mesh together. You start wondering what happened when. It could’ve been last year when it actually happened five years ago. At least you’re safe in this bubble
Orochi waits for the last part of Hotaru’s song, so he can begin to ignore her crying. He takes a long inhale of his kiseru and blows out a large cloud of smoke. He stares out into the forest, finding anything to distract himself with. It’s always impossible,
Vitali knew he would find Sasha here of all places, sitting on the roof of the apartment building they used to live in. No one has lived in it ever since the military took over for more space for their vehicles. They got kicked out for nothing because the area
poetry
My soil is soaked with tears and blood instead of rain. A thousand years have come and gone, yet my trees were never witness to such cruelties before. No honor. No justice. No love. Not even mercy. Though, why am I surprised at the taking of lives? This mountain was
The house is really quiet. Even when Mama, Papa, and Pawel only breathe behind their hands, some noise can still be heard. Now it feels emptier underneath the house. I don’t trust the silence that comes with it. I crawl out of my hiding spot. The wooden floor that