The winter chill steals my breath.
Tag Archives: horror
stories of flesh and bone
imploding from within, my skin melts and my bones crack into tiny white shards. MILD GORE/BODY HORROR WARNING.
the macabre follows us home, to our sleep.
we are on this never-ending seesaw of hatred and love.
violin strings sings the arrival of impending doom.
the mask hides what festers underneath.