Category: drabbles

everything i do contradicts itself in attempt to salvage
and protect the vessel from the threat induced by
each action. in result it’s a tortured puppet on a string
contorting and crushing over itself continuously for
things it had no control over.

crazed minds cling to brittle lines

i don’t have impulses. impulse has me. i’m nothing
more than an object of humiliation and torture.
impulse. impulse. impulse. it toys with my rotting
body and burning insides.