Dissociation took her to the moonlight, away from what was happening in the dark moment.
Month: September 2014
Alone
A quiet night unfolds with music, introspection, and a bit of paranoia as animals stir around.
Clowns
Empath; this solitary epitaph, words come lucid, swept on tides, murky.
Shattered
Shattered into a host of ghosts I never saw a demon save in the memories of my screaming.
Rapt
and that was the day she stopped speaking, abruptly, out of the blue; without warning.
Disregard
The content expresses profound emotions of fear, loneliness, and pain, capturing a struggle for understanding and the burden of existence amid adversity and despair.
What Is This Place?
There's been a hell put on me, and it isn't written on frail paper, in black ink by pink skinned kings.
The Dolls Found Me: A Love Letter to the Fractured Whole
The past; an identity as a survivor of loss, and the transformative impact of dolls representing inner selves, leading to healing and integration.








