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Eye Of The Storm

Seeing the storm from my eyes.

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Poetry

Asmodeus #43: Soft

they say girls should be soft but keep forgetting that the footsteps of predators are the softest before they pounce on their prey so being a girl i say, "run!" we're as soft as they come.

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Existence (n.): in its most generic terms, it is the ability to, directly or indirectly, interact with reality or, in more specific cases, the universe.   painted lips and stuttering breaths cataclysms that destroyed morality we were well versed in... Continue Reading →

This Week In

I recently started writing short poetry and posting them on Instagram stories. I realized that a 24 hour timeline isn't exactly the best way to publish my work so I'll update my weekly posts on the blog here. You can... Continue Reading →

Asmodeus #41: Islands

now that you're gone, i see everything i needed to be waters that drowned me way too deep i just let them engulf me but now that you're gone, i see everything that i can be if i can swim... Continue Reading →

Asking For It

She should have stayed at home In the kitchen And cooked food for the family But she went out Wearing jeans and a full sleeve top And so fate handed it to her She was asking for it. She should... Continue Reading →

Tomorrow.

I could die tomorrow. He keeps telling me I'm like a flower that needs sunshine and rain and a shed over my head that protects me from the thunder. I have thorns inside my petals that sting the wild dogs... Continue Reading →

Asmodeus #40: Goodbyes

you parted my lips with breaths of promises but i can still see the footsteps in the snow leading out of our house- sorry, my house- and for a while, the winter seemed too harsh like the cold would swallow... Continue Reading →

Asmodeus #39: Savior

they asked her to leave the carriage awaited there were storms to be conquered and wars to be won so drench her in flowers and bury her in silk while they pick up the swords and charge into the clouds... Continue Reading →

Asmodeus #38: Broken

"you're not broken," he said "you're mine" soon i couldn't distinguish between the two.

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