My final breath belongs only to you / As darkness takes away the remaining light.
I watched a desert town disintegrate, clapboard planks and roof tiles flying off like grains of sand in a dust storm.
Was there ever a sign / in the slamming of doors...
Being the wife of a demon who so easily lends his body like a whore is not as simple as drinking freshwater.
“If you kill me,” she shouted, “I’ll return and bring ruin upon this town!”
A corpse-clothed commute cross / A soul-sodden sidewalk
But eternity feels like a never-ending room / that lengthens with every step forward
Nearly every one of my friends had a parent introduce them to a nebulous figure who punished naughty children.
Social media used to be chronicles of our lives; now it is just a curation of a persona.
I set out to watch some of the landmark films of techno-horror to gain a deeper understanding of the genre as a whole
Are any of us without fault?
And so, my mornings are not full of pain and hurt, just ache.
