Dyuti’s calling

art by H.R. Giger You're finally where you belong, my little black rose of a child. Can you feel it? Can you feel how powerful the pain is? Isn't this what you've been hungry for? What good to me is a bright and "healed" version of you? Come, I am the only one who will...

Hauntingly

Echoes crawl in the empty corners of this mind. Voices, they bounce like music notes on a notepad and these… these caterpillars on my skin give me merciless itches as they brag about how they’ll be butterflies. My eyeballs swiftly shift from one hemisphere to another the fourth hour into deep rest as my bones...