Winter

The winter chill steals my breath.

stories of flesh and bone

imploding from within, my skin melts and my bones crack into tiny white shards. MILD GORE/BODY HORROR WARNING.

macabre

the macabre follows us home, to our sleep.

seesaw

we are on this never-ending seesaw of hatred and love.

strings

violin strings sings the arrival of impending doom.

porcelain mask

the mask hides what festers underneath.