with all this sacred flesh and bone, what do I do alone?
The second part of a collaboration of fifty-eight on creative connections between the wondrous worlds and ourselves! Enjoy!
Eight hundred hearts and counting.
Pardon my intrusion on the feed (again today XD), just wrote something on the song 'Broken'. As usual, throwing the link in the comments.
A poem I guess?? Maybe just rambling tho
Something short, linked in a weird way to the prompt 'taste'.
(I might be officially back?? We'll see)
A poem/story about an anthophile (someone who loves flowers) for the fourth round of @scarletdreams's contest.
Some days ago, I had bruises on both my palms (I'm okay, I'm just surprisingly clumsy 😂) and the way my veins are visible, it reminded me of a map, hence this piece arrived.
no direction. beautiful tragedy.
The beginning of the end in the marathon of episodes from the, so called, 'Revenge' series. (No such series, just goofing around)
Nothing but a vessel for The Devil himself... Prompt word “leather”
depression poem thing i wrote at 12 in the morning please don't judge me
They say to let go of anger - but it's baked in my bones.