#10 in my Phobia Series, *containing darker themes*. A poem about 'thanatophobia'. Thank you for reading. <3
NSFW and 18+. Doubtless you can guess whats beneath these pages, so no more description is necessary, thank you very much.
the "midst" refers to a state of flow.
Thank you for reading!
A little poem again about reality, hope you enjoy 😉!
A delightful haiku interlude for an autumn evening.
The story of this poem is really dark and horrible. It is my entry for the sexual assault awareness contest. Also, i tried not to put pictures that will trigger some bad memories, i wanted to be consi...
A drug addict’s point of view.
An internal constant struggle.
Warning: This poem sheds light on drug abuse and may be considered dark
Reader discretion is advised.
A haiku collection about having sex.
For today's prompt :3
How chaos is teaching us to take pleasure in our own company. That's were love begins, after all.
Day 100 of a Year of Prompts! I can't believe I've made this far
Let's deconstruct the dominant notion of "Pleasure". A total cliché of a poem otherwise.
#10 in my Phobia Series, *containing darker themes*. A poem about 'thanatophobia'. Thank you for reading. <3
NSFW and 18+. Doubtless you can guess whats beneath these pages, so no more description is necessary, thank you very much.
the "midst" refers to a state of flow.
Thank you for reading!
A little poem again about reality, hope you enjoy 😉!
A delightful haiku interlude for an autumn evening.
The story of this poem is really dark and horrible. It is my entry for the sexual assault awareness contest. Also, i tried not to put pictures that will trigger some bad memories, i wanted to be consi...
A drug addict’s point of view.
An internal constant struggle.
Warning: This poem sheds light on drug abuse and may be considered dark
Reader discretion is advised.
A haiku collection about having sex.
For today's prompt :3
How chaos is teaching us to take pleasure in our own company. That's were love begins, after all.
Day 100 of a Year of Prompts! I can't believe I've made this far
Let's deconstruct the dominant notion of "Pleasure". A total cliché of a poem otherwise.