POETRY
POETRY
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Original poetry
Original poetry
AJAR
AJAR
I found my limbs stuffed together in a cookie jar.
by some man or s o m e t h i n g
I didn’t mean to lie
with
Bitter sugar
trails led me to...
MOTHER, MOTHER
MOTHER, MOTHER
I was born dead, blue
and you were there bloody—
you lost so much
time to me.
A breach in the world, I am
made of music, and emptiness, and infections...
FICTION
FICTION
Short Stories and Long Fiction
THE NOCTUARY OF JAMES ELDERIDGE: CALLOSITY
"Purgatory was not a place, but a thing. It had experienced life. Contorted its limbs around it. Choked it. Fleeced it. Hoarded everything good so others would starve."
-What Hides in the Dark: Vol. 2
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