Shadows Of The Past
One can only imagine, what horrible things can an animal go through, to survive. Does it feel any fear? Anxiety? Thinking about their loved ones, especially near the dire end? Those questions are often left unanswered, although there was a chance to at...
A Poem For My Brother
I was in london under christmas trees you were in dublin when you made the choice at twelve you had finally found your voice and you used it to cry out in self violence before using it to give yourself eternal silence regret, a coldness in
031 - Prime pt.14
God they need rosie to strip them naked and fuck them now before their pussy explodes and their innards fly out like a worm expelling it's cuvierian tubules. ...do you ever get so horny that the sexiness leaves your body and only weird self-violence remains
A Tribe Called Broken Rock - Chapter 08 - One step at a time.
As if the act of self violence would hammer the evil thoughts out of my mind, but it didn't help. it just hurt. _everything hurts._ “i hope this is something i can fix." i heard a deep, booming voice from behind me.