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  • night

    i stirwrangled in the bed sheetssweat caked like sweet teacakesheart poundingi turnbut you're not there.i breathe a racing breathlooking for youbut you're not therei ask myselfif sanity will ever retu

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read
  • The Words on my Skin

    Stupid . The black felt tip marker rubs the letters against my skin. I imagine the letters, sinking into my skin, traveling to my brain. Imprinted forever on me. Hell, ...

    • Short Story
    4 min read


I went to confront noisy neighbours, only to find the windows dark, stuck with two notes. The ghost, too, had "gone fishing". Something still whistled.
— Liminality