In retrospect…

I survived. Maybe that's because I never really wanted to die, only to kill something within. I didn't know there were other ways to free myself. I was unaware that I could set my shattered soul aflame and rise again; lungs billowing smoke and ash covered wings. I didn't know I could fly. Or spit … Continue reading In retrospect…

What’s in the Box?

In the depths of my mind is a box full of things; monsters and nightmares and creatures with wings. Beings with claws and murderous shrieks. Venomous fangs and blood drenched teeth. A crate filled with terror and horror and screams. But the scariest beastie inside it is... Me. Not me now, not the me that … Continue reading What’s in the Box?