Abstract Wars

He drew in a broken breath as he clutched his sides, blood leaking between his fingers. His claws pierced through the fabric as he clutched at his shirt. His wings were covered in blood, guts and indescribable filth; a jagged claw marks were sliced across his wings, having penetrated to the other side. No doubt

Shadow Death

Trigger warning: abuse, violence, attempted murder. Very disturbing read. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hands on my throat A calming ‘shhh’ A tender stroke The grip tightens Can’t breathe Soothing voices whisper in my ear As the grip tightens even more The shadows won’t sleep They dance about my walls A graze of a finger down my arm Stroking

Conflicted

Blue Ice Cold Cutting through the skin like a knife Bubbles pouring out of my nose As I sink lower and lower I keep reaching for the light and almost make it But black tentacles snake their way upwards Low whispers About the past Slowly and sensually gripping me Trapping me in my memories They’re